The Distant Nightmare

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The seal is heavy. It sits in my palm. Cold. Lead. Grey. It has been here for forty years. I am old now. My hands shake. The shake is in the bone. It is not fear. It is time. Time eats the muscle. Time eats the nerve. I hold the seal. It is a square of lead. Stamped with a star. The star has five points. The points are sharp. The metal is dull. I am a sheriff. Not anymore. I am a ghost. In a...

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