The Wistful Dinner

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The candle sputters. You watch the flame die. Then it returns. This is the first sign. You know it. We all know it, though we speak of it in whispers, in the corridors of the Iron Hall, where the air tastes of rust and cold iron. You are an inspector. Your job is to find the leak. To find the error in the machine. But the machine is a person. It is your brother. He sits across from you. The...

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