The Wistful Dinner

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The soup was thick, a gelatinous brown sludge that smelled of boiled wool and old pennies, and it sat in the center of the steel table like a small, dark sun that gave off no heat but a profound, sucking gravity. Elias sat across from the Warden, his hands folded in his lap, fingers interlaced so tightly that the knuckles had turned the color of ash, a physical manifestation of the tension that...

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