The Faded Dust
The badge was cold in Elias Thorne’s palm, heavier than it had been for twenty-two years. Major Vance stood over him in the dim light of the patrol station, his face a mask of bureaucratic indifference. "You’re relieved of duty, Captain. Effective immediately." Elias looked at the brass, polished to a mirror sheen by his thumb over the decades. He wanted to ask why, but the question felt...
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