The Wistful Dinner

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The fog in the city of Saint-Germain did not rise from the ground, as fog does in the lowlands of the north, but seemed to descend from the very soot-stained eaves of the gothic spires, a heavy, grey wool that smelled of wet ash and old iron. It was a city where the stones remembered every whisper and the shadows had weight, pressing against the skin like a cold, damp hand. In the narrow alley...

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