The Wistful Cipher

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2026-08-20 20:50:40 -

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the dirt roads of the Appalachian foothills into rivers of thick, brown sludge that sucked at the tires of my truck and the boots of the men who walked beside me. I was leaving, or rather, I was being pushed out, my service record already a bruise on the department’s conscience, my badge a heavy iron coin in my pocket that I knew I would not be...

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