The Wistful Dinner
The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that blurred the edges of the world outside the tall, arched windows of the Whitmore estate, and within that suspended atmosphere, where the dust motes danced in beams of pale, dying afternoon light, I found myself seated across from Julian, a man who had once been my closest confidant and now stood as the architect of my own...
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