The Distant Summer

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The air in the precinct’s main hall tastes of copper and wet wool, a metallic tang that coats the back of your throat as you stand rigid before the double doors, your hands clasped behind your back, your knuckles white against the dark leather of your gloves. It is the middle of the night, that heavy, industrial silence where the city outside feels like a machine that has finally seized up, yet...

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