The Faded Frontier

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The coat is red. Not crimson. Not scarlet. Red. Like a wound. Like a stop sign. You wear it. You have always worn it. It is too heavy. It smells of wool and old iron. You are a police officer. Your name is Elias. You live in a city of glass and rain. The sky is grey. The streets are slick. You walk. Your boots click. Click. Click. People look away. They see the red. They see the badge. They see...

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