The Wistful Show

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2026-08-18 06:52:59 -

The Wistful Show

The van smelled of ozone and stale coffee. I drove north on the interstate. The highway was a gray ribbon. It cut through the pines. I kept my eyes on the white lines. They blurred. The dashboard lit up. Red. Green. Blue. I was a prisoner. But the bars were digital. I worked for the Bureau. We monitored the air. We filtered the static. We kept the noise down. The system was perfect. It was also...

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