The Wistful Dinner

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The shop smelled of dried lavender and old brass, a scent that had settled into the grain of the oak counter over forty years of silent labor. Elias Thorne stood before the large, warped mirror that hung on the back wall, a fixture older than the building itself, older perhaps than the village of Ashford where it stood. He was a man of precise habits and quiet hands, a jeweler who dealt in the...

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