The Distant Affair
The brick hit the glass before I could raise my hand. It didn’t shatter cleanly; it exploded inward, a spray of glittering shards that cut the air like shrapnel. I was standing on the steps of the Oakhaven Courthouse, my service weapon drawn, my heart hammering against my ribs with a rhythm that felt foreign, too fast, too loud. The crowd below was a sea of upturned faces, mouths open in a...
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