The Wistful Dinner

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The dream had no color, only a heavy, suffocating gray that settled into the marrow of Edward Ashworth’s bones, a viscous fog that smelled of wet wool and the metallic tang of old blood, where he stood once more in the vast, echoing atrium of the Bureau of Internal Stability, the institution that had consumed the better part of his adult life, its walls lined not with stone but with the...

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