The Wistful Dinner
The frost did not merely settle on the windows of the Sterling & Vance accounting firm; it invaded, creeping in through the microscopic fractures in the double-paned glass like a pale, silent army that sought to possess the interior warmth, and it was on a Tuesday evening in late November, when the city outside was already a ghost of itself, that Arthur Penhaligon, a man whose life had been a...
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