The Wistful Witness

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The rain fell in vertical lines. Gray. Steady. It hit the pavement and vanished. Elias stood still. He checked his watch. 0400 hours. The shift began in ten minutes. He adjusted his tie. Black. Silk. It felt tight. A noose. He ignored the sensation. He walked to the station. The doors slid open. Cold air rushed in. It smelled of ozone and wet concrete. The lights were blue. Harsh. They hummed....

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