The Wistful Dinner

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The rain had ceased, but the air in the Appalachian foothills remained heavy, saturated with the scent of wet pine and the metallic tang of old blood. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood on the gravel shoulder of Route 9, his tactical vest unzipped to the navel, the Kevlar plates cold against his skin. He held a single item in his gloved hands, a black leather wristwatch with a cracked face, its hands...

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