The Faded Photograph
The table is set. You are the guest of honor. The house holds its breath. You sit at the head. The chair is wood. It is old. It is hard. You feel the grain. You feel the cold. You are a man of the law. You are a man of the night. You are a man of silence. Your uniform is pressed. The brass shines. The stars on your shoulder catch the light. The light comes from the chandelier. The chandelier is...
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