The Wistful Saga

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2026-08-17 12:57:24 -

The Wistful Saga

The rain hit the pavement like static. I stood under the awning of the Denny’s. The coffee in my hand was lukewarm. It tasted of rust. My badge hung heavy on my chest. It pulled my shirt down. The night was thick. Thick with fog. Thick with secrets. I looked at the clock. 11:42 PM. The shift was over. Or it should have been. But the city didn’t care. The city breathes. It inhales the lost. It...

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