The Distant Nightmare

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The bird was dead. It lay in the snow. A blue jay. Its feathers were matted with ice. I knelt beside it. My knees ached. The cold bit through my wool trousers. I looked at the bird. It had no breath. No movement. Just a stillness that felt heavier than the snow. I am a man of duty. I keep the peace. I wear the silver badge. It sits on my chest like a cold stone. I have done this for twenty...

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