The Wistful Dinner
The rain had not stopped for three days, and the smell of wet wool and stale tobacco hung heavy in the air of the small dining room. Elias sat at the head of the table, his hands wrapped tightly around a mug of tea that had long since gone cold. He was a man who had left everything behind—his home, his name, his history—years ago, crossing an ocean to become a stranger in a town that did not...
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