The Wistful Dinner

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The bus stopped. Rain slicked the glass. Elias got off. He wore his coat. It was wet. The town of Oakhaven. Small. Grey. He walked. Boots on gravel. The air smelled of diesel and wet leaves. He was a sergeant. Or used to be. Now he was just Elias. His hands shook. He checked his pockets. Empty. No phone. No wallet. Just the letter. It was crumpled. He smoothed it out. Read it again. *We cannot...

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