The Faded Masquerade

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The fog in the industrial district of Millhaven did not behave like weather; it behaved like a living membrane, thick and wet, pressing against the windows of Precinct 4 with a persistent, rhythmic thud that matched the slow, grinding ache in my knuckles. I sat alone in the dim light of my desk, the brass badge on my chest feeling less like a symbol of authority and more like a lead weight...

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