The Wistful Voyage

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2026-08-17 08:56:21 -

The rain did not fall so much as it erupted, a sudden, violent sheet that turned the grey parking lot into a mirror of shattered skies. I stood at the edge of the asphalt, my uniform soaked through, the fabric clinging to my ribs like a second, heavier skin. The station behind me was a box of concrete and fluorescent hum, a place where the air tasted of stale coffee and old regrets. I watched...

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