The morning light filtered softly through the windows of a small roadside diner. The smell of coffee, bacon, and freshly baked pie filled the air, mingling with the low hum of an old jukebox playing a forgotten tune.
Sergeant Mark Wilson sat at a corner booth, savoring his first quiet moment after a long overnight shift. He liked this kind of peace — the simple rhythm of a town just waking up.
But then he noticed something that made him set down his cup.
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