The Wistful Silence

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Your jaw is tight. You feel the hinge grinding, a dry, painful click every time you swallow. It is a small sound. But in the quiet of the precinct, it sounds like a bone snapping. You are a detective. Or you were. The title is a lie now. You are a man with a badge in his pocket and a mouth full of blood. The taste is copper and old iron. It coats your tongue. It tastes like defeat. The room is...

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