The Wistful Dinner

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The letter was folded into a square no larger than a thumbnail, the paper yellowed to the color of dried corn husks. I held it in my palm, feeling the weight of the ink that had stained my fingers years ago, waiting for the moment to pass. Outside, the rain hammered against the stained glass of the High Court, turning the world into a blur of gray and indigo. I was not a judge, nor a king, but...

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