The Wistful Dinner

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a grey curtain drawn tight against the windows of the motor pool, turning the world outside into a blurred smear of mud and iron. Sergeant Elias Thorne sat in the driver’s seat of the unmarked sedan, his hands resting loosely on the leather wheel, though the tension in his shoulders pulled the fabric of his uniform taut as a bowstring. He was waiting....

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