The Wistful Asylum
You stand in the center of the atrium, the polished marble cold against your shoes, and you are waiting for the verdict. The building is the Department of Internal Affairs, a sprawling modernist block of glass and steel that rises over the city like a silent judge. You are a Captain in the police force, a man who has spent twenty years keeping the peace in neighborhoods that did not want it...
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