The Wistful Dinner

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The train slowed as it approached the station, a long, metallic exhale that vibrated through the soles of your boots. You stood by the window, watching the grey plains blur into the fog that clung to the tracks like a shroud. The carriage was empty, save for the dust motes dancing in the thin beam of light that cut across the floor. You were going home to Ashworth Hall, a place that did not...

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