The Wistful Voyage

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2026-08-24 13:47:23 -

The brass buckle of my service belt lay cold in my palm, its surface scratched by two decades of friction against wool and leather, a small, heavy thing that had held up my trousers and my dignity in equal measure. I sat in the back of the patrol truck, the engine idling with a low, rhythmic thrum that vibrated through the seat and into my bones, while the grey light of late afternoon filtered...

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