The Wistful Witness

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2026-08-17 18:32:18 -

The rain hit the glass like gravel. You stood in the center of the room, holding the glass of water. It was cold. Too cold. You could feel the chill in your teeth. "You’re late," said Marcus. He sat at the head of the table. His suit was gray. Perfectly pressed. He did not blink. "I was stuck in traffic," you said. Your voice sounded thin. Small. "Traffic," he repeated. He looked at the window....

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