The Wistful Dinner

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The siren did not wail. It screamed. A raw, tearing sound that ripped the fabric of the night apart. You were standing in the alley behind the butcher’s shop, rain slicking your uniform until it clung to your ribs like a second skin. The water was cold. It seeped into the wool. It seeped into the bone. Your coat was soaked. It was a heavy thing, dark green, lined with a faded red tartan that...

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