The Wistful Dinner

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The rain hammered against the slate roof of the station house, a rhythmic, industrial percussion that matched the beating of my heart. I stood in the center of the small, cramped room, my hands still wet from the riverbank, my uniform soaked through to the skin. The air smelled of wet wool, coal smoke, and the faint, metallic tang of ozone that had hung over the village for three days. "Lock it...

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