The Faded Frontier

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The soup was thick. That was the first thing I noticed. It clung to the spoon with a heavy, viscous pull, defying gravity in a way that felt personal, almost hostile. I sat in the breakroom of the precinct, the linoleum cold against the soles of my boots, and stared at the bowl. The steam rose in tight, gray curls, carrying a scent of bay leaf and iron. It was Tuesday. Or maybe Wednesday. The...

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