The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The rain fell in sheets. It hammered against the glass of the squad car. I held the badge in my hand. It was warm. It pulsed. Like a heart. My palm was slick. The metal was cold, yet it burned. I looked at it. It was my mirror. My face looked back. But the eyes were wrong. They were hollow. Dark. They stared at me with an accusation I could not name. I closed my hand. The pain was sharp. It bit...

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