The Wistful Dinner

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You step off the train into the cold. The air tastes of iron and wet stone. You are in London, but it is not the London you remember. It is a London that hums. The station is a throat, swallowing the last of the day. You carry a briefcase. It is heavy. It contains papers. The papers are blank. You know they are blank, but you feel their weight against your hip like a second heartbeat. Your name...

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