The Wistful Mountain
The first sign that the winter was coming was not the frost on the windshield or the biting wind that scoured the mountain pass, but the sudden, silent removal of your personal effects from the desk in your office. You arrived at the station house at dawn, the coffee in your thermos still hot, to find your nameplate gone and the drawer where you kept your service record and your marriage...
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