The Wistful Cipher

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The rain did not fall so much as it invaded, a cold, gray curtain that erased the line between the asphalt and the sky, turning the highway into a slick, black river of mud and memory. You stood at the edge of the guardrail, your boots sinking into the wet gravel, watching the taillights bleed red into the distance. It had been three years since you last felt the weight of a service weapon in...

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