The Wistful Dinner

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The rain did not fall so much as it invaded, a cold, gray sheet that erased the distinction between the cobblestones of Millhaven and the mist that clung to the hills. Elias Thorne stood in the doorway of the old bakery, his fingers white-knuckled around the handle of the wooden crate. Inside sat the ferns. They were not merely plants; they were the only things in this town that had not yet...

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