The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The badge was heavy. It always is. I hung it on the hook by the door. It swung. A dull, metallic thud against the wood. I watched it stop. Then I started to walk. I am a detective. Or I was. The distinction matters now. The building is gray. Concrete. It smells of wet wool and old coffee. The lights are fluorescent. They buzz. A low, constant hum. It gets into your teeth. I walked down the...

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