The Wistful Dinner

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray weeping that turned the cobblestones of Oakhaven into slick mirrors reflecting the low, bruised clouds above. Eleanor Whitmore stood at the window of the old library, her breath fogging the glass, watching the water streak down the pane in erratic, frantic lines. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of decaying paper and damp wool,...

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