The Wistful Dinner
The rain hit the asphalt in a sheet, turning the street into a mirror of gray and black. Elias Vance stood in the center of the intersection, his boots heavy with water and the weight of the evening. He was a man built for endurance, his shoulders broad enough to block the wind, but tonight he felt hollowed out, scraped clean of everything that used to give him shape. The police radio crackled...
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