The Distant Blade
The reprimand was taped to the inside of my locker, a sheet of white paper stark against the gray metal, and I did not open it until I was alone in the barracks. I had just returned from a three-hour pursuit through the high desert, my boots caked in red dust, my heart still hammering with the adrenaline of a man who had done his job well. I wanted the promotion. I wanted the stability that...
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