The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The brass band played a waltz that seemed to strain against the high ceilings of the town hall, the notes hanging in the stale air like smoke. I stood at the head of the long oak table, my fifty-second year marked by the new weight of the Chief’s badge on my chest, a cold circle of authority that felt heavier than the gold. Around me, the faces of Harrow Creek smiled with the practiced ease of...

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