The Wistful Dinner

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The fog did not roll in from the sea; it exhaled from the cobblestones. It was a thick, grey wool that smothered the gaslights of Blackfriars, turning the night into a bruised and breathing thing. Sergeant Elias Thorne walked through it, his boots striking a rhythmic, hollow beat against the wet stone. He was a man carved from the same hard oak as the doorframes of the old town, his shoulders...

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