The Wistful Dinner

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The rain fell on the docks of Bristol with a steady, industrial rhythm. It drummed against the rusted iron of the pier and the wet wool of Elara’s coat. She stood alone, watching the fog roll in from the harbor, thick and grey as the lungs of a dying man. She had come from the south, from a place where the air tasted of dust and old stone, to this city of smoke and steam. She carried a satchel....

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