The Faded Photograph

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The rain hits the asphalt with a rhythm that feels like a heartbeat, a slow, wet thudding that you can feel in your teeth, in the marrow of your bones, as you stand under the awning of the abandoned laundromat on 4th and Vine, watching the city bleed into the night. You are wearing your uniform, the heavy wool coat that smells of stale tobacco and sweat, and your hand rests on the holster at...

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