The Wistful Throne

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2026-08-22 03:49:37 -

The rain hits the pavement. It is cold. It is wet. You are wet. You stand under the awning. The glass is fogged. You press your hand against it. The glass is smooth. It is cold. You are an anomaly. You are a glitch. The city does not know you. The city runs on code. You run on blood. You look up. The sign above the door glows. It reads: Department of Civic Harmony. The letters are neon. They...

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