The Wistful Dinner

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The rain struck the glass. It was a cold, sharp sound. Like teeth on ice. I stood by the window. The city blurred below. Grey. Wet. Indifferent. My uniform was stiff. The medals were cold. I touched the ribbon. It felt like a scar. General Thorne waited inside. He did not look up. He poured wine. Dark as blood. The glass was heavy. Crystal. Thin. I walked in. The door closed. A sound of...

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