The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The pocket watch sat in my palm, its gold casing warm against the skin, the glass face cracked down the center like a dried riverbed. I held it tight, feeling the faint, wrong rhythm of the ticking against my wrist, a backward pulse that only started when I thought about the lie I was about to tell. It was November, 1948, and the light in the corridor of the Metropolitan Police Headquarters was...

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