The Wistful Dinner

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The fog rolled off the black water and settled into the valley like a heavy, wet wool blanket, erasing the horizon and leaving only the grey silence of the pines. I drove the state police cruiser toward the edge of the town, the engine humming a low, steady note that vibrated against my spine. The radio crackled with static, a white noise that seemed to swallow the words of the dispatchers, but...

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