The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-24 08:15:47 -

The badge was cold in my palm, colder than the glass that hung suspended in the air outside the precinct window. I set it on the desk, the metal clinking against the wood with a sound like a dropped coin. The rain was falling, but it did not fall. It hung in the grey air, thousands of droplets frozen in mid-descent, a jagged, beautiful prison that stretched from the street to the sky. I looked...

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