The Wistful Dinner

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray weeping that turned the cobblestones of the lower city into slick mirrors reflecting the dim, amber glow of the streetlamps. I stood at the edge of the terrace, watching the mist roll in from the harbor, feeling the damp cold seep through the heavy wool of my coat, a chill that seemed to originate not from the air but from the hollow...

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