The Wistful Dinner

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The rain in Harrowgate had a taste of iron and wet stone, a metallic tang that Edward Ashworth had long since stopped noticing, a sensory dulling that came with years of walking the same slate-paved streets where the gas lamps sputtered against the wind and the fog rolled in from the estuary like a slow, gray tide. He stood at the window of the third-floor room in the lodging house on Sycamore...

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