The Faded Road
The transfer order lay on the kitchen table, the ink still faintly wet, smelling of the cheap toner from the precinct printer. It was a standard form, three pages long, detailing the reassignment of Sergeant Elias Thorne to the rural outpost at Blackwood Estate. I signed it without reading the fine print. The paper was thin, flimsy, ready to tear, but the words on it were heavy. They carried...
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