The Distant Affair
The heavy brass buttons of your uniform coat catch the gaslight in a way that feels less like reflection and more like a slow, rhythmic bleeding of gold into the darkened hallway of the precinct house. You stand before the tall, warped mirror that hangs above the washbasin, your hands trembling so violently that the fabric of your sleeves snaps against your wrists, and you watch the man who...
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