The Pale Mist
The review board convenes in seventy-two hours, which means I have exactly three days to count the cost of my silence before it becomes a permanent feature of my record. I sat in the break room, counting the seconds between the hum of the vending machine and the clatter of the coffee grinder, each tick a small, metallic weight settling into the pit of my stomach. The air in the precinct always...
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