The Faded Frequency
The badge sat in the drawer next to the old coffee mugs. It was a heavy thing, cold iron against the wood. Elias touched it often. Not to put it on. Just to feel the weight of the law he had served for thirty years. The uniform hung in the closet. It was faded now. The navy blue had turned to a dull, washed-out grey. The fabric was thin at the elbows. It smelled of cedar and old sweat. Elias...
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