The Wistful Dinner

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a thick, greasy mist that clung to the iron bars of the window and the damp wool of Inspector Thomas Bradshaw’s uniform, a substance that seemed to have no origin and no end, just a persistent, cloying presence that filled the small, windowless office of the precinct with a smell of wet stone and old copper. Thomas sat at his desk, his hands...

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