The Pale Banner
The rain hit the windshield like gravel. I wiped it away with a wiper that stuttered, left to right, left to right. My hands were shaking. Not from cold. From the weight of the badge in my pocket. It felt like a stone. It felt like a lead weight dragging me under. I pulled the cruiser into the gravel drive. The house sat back from the road, gray and silent. A modern box of glass and steel. It...
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