The Wistful Witness

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2026-08-22 07:34:20 -

The train smelled of wet wool and stale coffee, a scent that had become the background noise of my life over the last three years. I sat by the window, watching the grey plains of Kansas scroll past in a blur of winter scrub and frozen fields. My hands were tucked into my pockets, fingers curled around the cold metal of my service pistol. It was a heavy thing, a weight that anchored me to the...

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