The Wistful Dinner

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The rain on the glass of the conservatory did not fall; it crawled, thick and viscous like sap, sealing the room in a humid, green twilight. Elias Thorne stood by the window, his fingers tracing the condensation, watching the ferns outside bow under the weight of a sky that had turned the color of bruised plums. Inside, the air smelled of roasted pheasant and old paper, a scent that had...

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