The Wistful Dinner

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2026-08-20 00:20:29 -

The rain fell upon the cobblestones of the old quarter with a persistence that felt less like weather and more like a slow, deliberate erasure. I walked with my collar turned up, the damp air seeping into the wool of my coat, a sensation that had become indistinguishable from the weight of the duty I carried. We were heading to the House of St. Jude, a structure that had stood at the edge of...

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