The Wistful Dinner

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The locomotive exhaled a plume of sulfurous steam into the twilight, a breath that tasted of sulfur and old iron, and I stepped off the train at the station of Millhaven, a place that existed only on the maps of the Department of Sanitary Inspection and the minds of those who had once believed in the perfectibility of human health through chemical intervention. I carried with me a single...

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