The Wistful Dinner

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The rain in the city did not wash the streets clean. It only made the grime slicker, a dark varnish that clung to the cobblestones and the tires of passing cars. It was the kind of wet that soaked into the bones, a cold that had no name but was known by everyone who walked the lower districts. Elias Vane walked with his head low, his shoulders hunched against the damp air. He was a large man,...

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