The Wistful Saga
The truck idled at the edge of the Oakhaven industrial park, the engine coughing out a plume of gray smoke that mixed with the perpetual haze hanging over the river. Elias Thorne counted the hours on his wristwatch, the glass cracked down the center, marking the twenty-two years he had served the municipal sanitation department, a tenure that weighed on him like a sack of wet sand. He needed...
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