The Faded Portrait

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The ink on your badge has not dried, and it smells of iron and regret. You sit in the heavy oak chair of the County Constabulary’s administrative wing, the air thick with the scent of beeswax and old parchment, while the rain hammers against the leaded glass windows in a relentless, rhythmic assault. You are holding the seal. It is a small, brass disc, no larger than a silver shilling, engraved...

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