The Wistful Dinner

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The rain fell on the city like a shroud. It was not water, exactly. It was memory made liquid, cold and persistent against the glass of the apartment window. Elias stood before the mirror. He adjusted his tie. The silk was black, heavy, absorbing the dim light of the bathroom. He looked older than his years. The lines around his eyes were deep, carved by a lifetime of listening to things that...

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