The Wistful Dinner

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2026-08-18 05:09:01 -

The rain had not stopped in three days, turning the gutters of the old quarter into rushing, brown rivers that swallowed the last of the daylight. I stood under the awning of a shuttered bakery, my coat soaked through to the skin, watching a cat navigate the slick pavement with the grace of a creature that had never known hunger. Inside the shop, the air smelled of stale flour and damp wood. It...

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