The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The leather strap was split, a jagged tear running from the top rivet to the bottom, held together by a clumsy knot of twine I had tied in the dark. I held the badge in my palm, the silver worn smooth by ten years of sweat and friction, the edge sharp enough to draw blood if I turned it wrong. It was cold, colder than the stone floor of my cell, and the weight of it felt less like authority and...

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