The Wistful Witness

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2026-08-21 16:05:21 -

The rain hit the glass. It was a steady, gray drumming. Elias sat in the corner. The booth was red vinyl. It was cracked. He held the cup. The coffee was cold. He did not drink it. He watched the steam rise. It curled and died. He was not waiting for anyone. He told himself this. He repeated it like a prayer. I am not waiting. I am just sitting. The place was empty. No one else cared about the...

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