The Wistful Dinner

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The clock in the hallway ticked. It was a loud, wooden sound. Like a bone breaking. Dr. Arthur Penhaligon sat at the long table. His hands were still. He was a small man. He wore a grey suit. The fabric was thin. It stretched over his ribs. He was waiting for his son. The room was a study. But it felt like a cell. The walls were lined with books. The spines were cracked. Dust lay in the...

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