The Wistful Letter

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I remember the weight of the glass before I saw the shards. It was a Tuesday in the transition years, the air in the shophouse study thick with the static of the desalination units humming outside, a sound that had become the background noise of my life. I was Hamid bin Hassan, thirty-two, a constable in Oakhaven, though the title felt like a coat that no longer fit. I wanted the promotion. I...

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