The Wistful Dinner

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The fog in the city did not merely obscure; it weighed. It pressed against the windows of the small, rented flat on Bleecker Street with a damp, physical insistence, a grey velvet hand smothering the gaslight. Elias Thorne sat at the table, his fingers tracing the worn thread of a sleeve that was not his. It was a sleeve of deep indigo wool, heavy with the scent of lavender and woodsmoke, a...

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