The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The coat hangs on the hook by the door, a heavy thing of charcoal wool that has absorbed the scent of rain and stale coffee for three decades. It is not merely a garment; it is a shell, a second skin that you have worn so long it has grown into the architecture of your bones. You are standing in the break room of the precinct, the fluorescent lights humming their low, electric hymn above your...

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