The Wistful Dinner

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The frost on the greenhouse glass was thick enough to write on, a white, brittle skin over the world outside. I pressed my thumb against the pane, tracing the condensation, watching the beads merge and slide downward in slow, deliberate lines. "You're doing it again, Arthur," the voice came from the doorway, soft but carrying the weight of a gavel. It was Julian, my junior, standing in the...

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