The Wistful Dinner

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The storm broke the rail line at dusk, and with it, the last of my authority. I stood on the embankment, the mud slick and black against the boots I had polished that morning, watching the iron bones of the track twist under the weight of the collapsing earth. It was a small disaster, in the grand scheme of things, a mere hiccup in the vast, grinding machinery of the industrial age that had...

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