The Wistful Dinner
The hall smells of roasted pork and stale beer. You are standing in the corner, holding a plate that feels too heavy for your hands. The air is thick with smoke and the low hum of a hundred conversations. You are Elias Thorne. You are the man who built the machinery that built this city. Yet tonight, you are merely a shadow in a room full of light. Your eyes find the long table at the center of...
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