The Distant Garden

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The badge sat in the center of the desk, a heavy disk of brushed aluminum that hummed with a low, subsonic vibration. It was the only object in the room that did not reflect the sterile, blue-white light of the overhead fluorescents. It absorbed it. Martin Kowalski stared at it, his hands clasped so tightly beneath the table that the knuckles had turned the color of old parchment. He was a...

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