The Pale Verdict
The silver cufflink sat on the mahogany desk, catching the fluorescent light in a way that felt less like reflection and more like absorption. I was forty-two years old, a captain in the Metro Police Department, and I had spent the last three days trying to find a reason to leave that did not involve the word disgrace. My hands were busy with the task of dismantling my service pistol, the...
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