The Wistful Silence

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The wiper blade of the patrol car slashed through the sleet, each stroke a metronome marking the seconds Gil Strachan had left before the medical review stripped him of his rank and his dignity. He was forty-five, a number that felt less like a milestone and more like a debt accruing interest in the dark corners of his mind, and he gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles turned the color...

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