The Wistful Dinner

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You are the rot inside the apple, the sweet, dark decay that the light cannot touch, and you sit alone in the high, narrow room above the textile mill where the steam pipes groan like dying men, watching the rain streak the glass with a rhythm that feels suspiciously like a countdown. The city below is a machine of iron and soot, a vast, grinding engine that has no use for your particular brand...

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