The Faded Frontier

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2026-08-20 15:52:28 -

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray drizzle that turned the gravel lot of the county correctional facility into a soup of mud and diesel fumes, and I stood at the bottom of the ramp, watching the water run in thin, silver lines down the face of the building, feeling the dampness seep through the wool of my uniform until it felt less like clothing and more like a second...

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