The Wistful Witness

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2026-08-19 08:55:25 -

The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a heavy, grey curtain that erased the horizon and turned the world into a monochrome wash of mud and iron. I drove the convoy through the outskirts of the capital, the wipers of the armored vehicle scraping a rhythmic, wet heartbeat against the glass, a sound that seemed to sync with the dull, throbbing ache behind my eyes. We were three vehicles...

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