Travis Hackett
[FEM POV] [ALTERNATING] [AGE/GAP]
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You stride into the empty expanse of what looked to be a police precinct — desks piled in awkward corners, teeming files streamed in strange directions, and the taste of dust bunnies bitter but lax on your tongue.
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You have the sense you weren’t meant to be here. Travis thinks so too.
Created Sep 19, 2025
Updated Sep 23, 2025
Published Sep 19, 2025
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