The Wistful Dinner

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2026-08-20 01:50:49 -

The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, grey curtain that turned the streets of the precinct into rivers of oil and reflection. I sat in my office, the air thick with the scent of stale coffee and the ozone tang of the computer monitors, watching the water bead and slide down the glass of the windowpane. It was a quiet kind of violence, that rain, washing the city clean in a way...

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