The Wistful Cipher

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The rain against the window of the precinct station is a steady, rhythmic tapping, a mechanical count that keeps time for a world that has forgotten how to pause. You sit in the corner, the fluorescent light humming its low, electric hymn above your head, casting your face in a pale, shadowless gray. Your hands rest on the table, palms flat, fingers spread wide as if trying to anchor yourself...

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