The Wistful Dinner

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The fog did not roll in from the sea that night; it rose from the earth itself, thick and wet as wool, swallowing the cobblestones of the old customs house in York. It was a Tuesday in late November, the kind of day that felt less like time passing and more like a slow suffocation. Elias Thorne stood at the window of his office on the fourth floor, a place that smelled of stale tea and damp...

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