The Wistful Dinner

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The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed a relentless, hollow rhythm against the leaded glass of the orphanage windows. I sat on the floorboards, my back against the cold brick, holding the iron key. It was small. It was cold. It was the only thing I owned. "You look like a ghost, Thomas," the matron said. She did not look at me. She was polishing a silver cup, the cloth moving in...

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