The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rain slicked the asphalt. It was cold. I held my side. It throbbed. A dull, heavy beat. Like a clock. Under the ribs. I walked. Fast. Then slower. The town was quiet. No cars. No lights. Just the gray wet dark. I knew the streets. I had patrolled them for ten years. Now I was the ghost. The badge was gone. The gun was gone. The uniform was gone. Only the pain remained. And the boy. My son....

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