The Faded Root
The tattoo was not a decoration, but a sentence I had written on my own skin with a needle and black ink before I ever left the precinct, a declaration of intent that the department had initially praised as dedication but later reclassified as an act of insubordination against the unwritten laws of order. It read, in a script that mimicked the rigid, serifed typeface of the official gazette: I...
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