The Wistful Mountain

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The rain on the tin roof of my office sounded like a thousand small bones breaking. I sat in the dark, listening to it, the silence of the room pressing against my ears until it hummed. On the desk before me lay the badge. It was silver, once bright enough to blind a man, but now the edges were soft, the metal thin as old paper from being worn smooth by my thumb over twenty years. I had kept...

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