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skonen_bladesInvestigating crime scenes with One Faithers always made it a hard day. They didn’t drink, they didn’t joke, and most of all, they liked to take their time. They made great detectives but boring company.
This one’s rustle of black hair etched back like a broom around the semi-circular metal implants she had in her temples to keep her hormonal impulses in line. We outsiders called them ‘blinders’. If pushed too far into a mood of lust or rage, they’d put her into a seizure. During prayer, they gave her a dose of peace.
She had one red dot on the back of each hand. I knew that underneath the tongues of her shoes she’d have matching dots on the top of each foot. Stigmata tats. Faithful to the core whether she wanted to be or not.
Methodical and loyal. I didn’t even need to be here.
She walked carefully over the dead couple that we’d found in the living room after responding to the domestic disturbance call.
“This looks like an entry wound here. I think that’s a defense wound on the hand. It looks the woman was stabbed but shot the guy and called us before bleeding to death. We should have gotten here sooner.” She said.
I sighed and reached to my back pocket for my whiskey but remembered that I’d left it in my desk at the station in my rush to get here. This was going to be a long day.
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This one’s rustle of black hair etched back like a broom around the semi-circular metal implants she had in her temples to keep her hormonal impulses in line. We outsiders called them ‘blinders’. If pushed too far into a mood of lust or rage, they’d put her into a seizure. During prayer, they gave her a dose of peace.
She had one red dot on the back of each hand. I knew that underneath the tongues of her shoes she’d have matching dots on the top of each foot. Stigmata tats. Faithful to the core whether she wanted to be or not.
Methodical and loyal. I didn’t even need to be here.
She walked carefully over the dead couple that we’d found in the living room after responding to the domestic disturbance call.
“This looks like an entry wound here. I think that’s a defense wound on the hand. It looks the woman was stabbed but shot the guy and called us before bleeding to death. We should have gotten here sooner.” She said.
I sighed and reached to my back pocket for my whiskey but remembered that I’d left it in my desk at the station in my rush to get here. This was going to be a long day.
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