The Wistful Dinner

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The station clock had stopped at four minutes to three, a rusted sentinel that no longer cared for the precision of minutes or the urgency of departures, and I stood in the shadow of the platform’s iron pillars, watching the last of the steam rise from the tracks in a thin, gray veil that seemed to dissolve the very air around me. The town of Millhaven was a place built on the bones of...

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