The Faded Chronicle

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October 14, 1998 I am leaving the precinct now, the autumn air biting at my face as I step out of the revolving doors that have framed my life for the last twelve years. In my left hand, I clutch my father’s tarnished silver watch, a relic I have carried in my breast pocket since the day he was buried, its metal cold against my skin, a final proof of my integrity against the department’s...

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