The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain hit the pavement in sheets. Cold. Thin. It smelled of wet concrete and old grease. Marcus stood by the window. He was a cop. He had been a cop for thirty years. His knees hurt. His back ached. He watched the street below. The lights blurred. The water ran in streams. He felt the weight of the badge. It was heavy. Not the metal. The meaning. He had carried it for three decades. It was a...

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