The Distant Summer

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2026-08-23 08:51:00 -

October 14, 2024 The transfer request form sat in my left hand, the paper soft and yielding from the humidity that has settled into the plaster of our apartment walls. It is a small, white rectangle, unmarked by ink, waiting to be signed, yet it feels heavier than the duty belt I wore for the last eight years. I am thirty-two years old, a Sergeant in the Northside Precinct, and I am tired of...

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