The Wistful Dinner

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The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey mist that clung to the shoulders of the men standing in the long, windowless corridor of the bunker, a space that smelled of damp concrete, ozone, and the metallic tang of old fear. Elias Thorne stood apart from the cluster of officers, his back against the cold cinder block wall, his eyes fixed on the heavy steel door that led to...

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