The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The rain hit the asphalt in sheets. It was cold. Danny held the shield high. His arm shook. He could feel the ache in his shoulder. It had been aching for three days. The crowd was a wall of faces. Some were shouting. Some were crying. Some were just watching. Danny’s boots were wet. The water seeped into his socks. It felt like ice. He was twenty-four years old. He had been a cop for two...

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