The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-19 15:10:55 -

The coat is red. Not a bright red, but a deep, arterial crimson that seems to drink the light. It hangs on the hook by the door of the precinct, a silent sentinel in the gray concrete lobby. You reach for it. Your hand trembles. Not from the cold, though the wind outside howls like a wounded dog, but from the weight of the metal beneath your ribs. The gun. The weight of the decision. You are a...

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