The Wistful Voyage

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The fluorescent hum of the precinct lobby was a physical weight, a low-frequency vibration that settled in your molars and the soft meat of your temples. You stood by the water cooler, the plastic bottle sweating in your hand, watching the condensation slide down the clear curve in slow, viscous beads. It was 3:00 AM, that dead hour where the city outside held its breath, and the only sound was...

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