The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The rain against the glass of the interrogation room was not a sound but a pressure, a heavy, rhythmic drumming that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of your bones. You sat in the plastic chair, the kind that molded to your hips with a cold, unforgiving intimacy, and watched the water streak down the pane in jagged, weeping lines. Across from you, the table was bare save for a single glass of...

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