The Wistful Dinner

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The fog rolled in off the Blackwater River not as a veil of moisture but as a living, breathing entity, a thick, grey soup that swallowed the streetlamps of Harrowgate whole and replaced the world with a suffocating white void, and I stood on the porch of the boarding house, my hands shaking so violently that I could no longer hold the brass key in my fingers, feeling the cold seep through my...

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