The Wistful Dinner
"Did you see it?" I nodded. I was standing in the mud of the quarry. The rain had stopped. The air smelled of wet iron and rot. My hands were shaking. Not from the cold. I had a coat. I had gloves. I had a flashlight. I had a warrant. I had nothing else. "Show me." It was not a request. It was a command. I stepped closer. The light cut through the dark. It hit the water. The water was still. It...
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