The Wistful Dinner

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You stand at the threshold of the Ministry of Agrarian Sciences, the heavy oak door swinging shut behind you with a finality that feels like a coffin lid. The air in the corridor is thick, smelling of wet wool, stale pipe tobacco, and the metallic tang of ozone. It is a Tuesday, late November, and the gas lamps in the alcoves flicker with a nervous, arrhythmic pulse. You are not a minister. You...

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