The Distant Joke
The station was a monolith of concrete and glass, a sterile lung that breathed only the recycled air of bureaucracy. It stood in the center of the county, a testament to modern efficiency, its corridors stretching out like the capillaries of a giant, indifferent body. I had worked there for twelve years, a senior investigator in the internal affairs division, a role that required me to look...
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