The Faded Dust
The dust in the air tastes like iron. You taste it on your tongue, a metallic film that coats the back of your throat. You are holding the line. The barrier is not made of stone or wire, but of silence. It is a heavy, suffocating silence that presses against your eardrums. You are a man of the law. You wear the badge. You wear the uniform. But the weight of the badge has changed. It feels...
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