The Wistful Dinner

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The old clock in the square of Harrowgate had stopped at three in the afternoon, and the silence that followed was not empty but heavy, a thick woolen blanket draped over the shoulders of the town, muffling the sound of the cobblestones beneath the boots of the merchants who continued to walk as if the world had not just frozen in time, though every eye was drawn to the center of the square...

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