The Wistful Skyline

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The brass insignia, cold and heavy against the wool of my frock coat, felt less like a badge of honor and more like a shackle that had finally rusted into the bone of my wrist. It was October in 1893, the air in the courtroom thick with the scent of decaying paper and the silent, suffocating realization that the institution I had served for twenty years was now the very instrument of my...

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