The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The ledger in my hand weighed four pounds, a heavy, leather-bound thing that smelled of old tobacco and wet stone. I counted the hours on my wristwatch, the glass cracked near the twelve, and watched the minute hand crawl toward the end of my final shift. I was thirty-two years old, and I had served the constabulary of Blackwood for twelve years, six months, and three days. The pension was...

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