The Wistful Dinner

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The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a grey curtain drawn tight against the windowpane of the small, rented room at the end of the corridor. Arthur sat at the table, his hands folded over a plate of cold mutton that had lost its heat an hour ago. The air in the room was thick with the scent of damp wool and the faint, sweet rot of autumn leaves pressing against the glass. He was a...

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