The Wistful Dinner

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2026-08-17 03:51:35 -

The rain had not stopped since we crossed the border into the grey, sprawling expanse of the city, a metropolis that seemed to breathe only through the rhythmic, wet gasp of its own machinery. I drove with my hands steady on the wheel, the leather worn smooth by the friction of years and the sweat of palms that had known both the cold bite of a rifle stock and the warm, trembling grasp of a...

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