The Wistful Dinner

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2026-08-18 10:42:57 -

The brass telescope on the desk was no longer brass. It was a dull, flaking thing, a relic of a time when the world was still being mapped by hand, and I watched it with the same weary attention I had once paid to the horizon for enemy ships. My hands, resting on the leather armrests of my chair, were mapped in their own right, a topography of scars and tremors that spoke of a body failing...

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