The Wistful Dinner

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The air in the cellar of the Whitmore & Sons Textile Mill was thick with the scent of wet wool and stagnant water, a heavy, organic miasma that clung to the back of the throat and settled into the pores of the skin like a second, damp garment. I had been crouching there for three hours, my knees aching in a dull, persistent rhythm that mirrored the slow, grinding turnover of the industrial...

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