The Faded Shield
The rain in Harrow County did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime slicker, turning the red clay roads into treacherous ribbons of mud that sucked at the tires of my cruiser. I was driving toward the old mill district, a place that had stopped existing in the town’s memory decades ago but still loomed in the fog like a broken tooth. My badge, a heavy brass circle with the state seal,...
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