The Wistful Voyage

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2026-08-19 15:10:59 -

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the window of the precinct, a relentless, gray percussion that seemed to hollow out the bones of the building. I sat at my desk, the wood worn smooth by decades of elbows and coffee rings. Across from me, the glass pane reflected my face. It was a strange sight. The man in the glass looked tired, yes, but also calm. Too calm. He was...

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