The Wistful Dinner

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2026-08-19 22:55:06 -

The bus hissed to a halt in the wet dark of the village. I stepped off, my suitcase heavy in one hand, the other clutching the cold, damp handkerchief I had pressed against my mouth to stop the taste of iron from blooming. It was 1998. Or 1999. Time had become a slurry, a grey soup in which I was suspended. I was going to see him. Or rather, I was going to see what was left of him. Arthur was...

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