The Distant Summer

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The rain hits the glass. It sounds like static. You stand in the doorway of the precinct, watching the water streak down the pane. Inside, the air is stale. It smells of old coffee and damp wool. You are a sergeant. You know this. You have known it for twenty years. But today, the badge feels heavy on your chest. It pulls down. It anchors you to the floor. You look at the mirror. Your face is...

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