The Faded Guest
The brass badge on your chest has lost its shine, the surface now a dull, matte gray that absorbs the light rather than reflecting it, a small, cold weight against the cotton of your uniform shirt that feels less like an emblem of authority and more like a stone dropped into a well, sinking silently into the depths of your own identity. You are standing in the hallway of the house, the air...
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