The Wistful Dinner

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The ink had not yet dried on the letter that had summoned him, and already the smell of the city was in his throat, a metallic tang of coal smoke and damp wool that clung to the back of his teeth like a persistent ghost. Elias Thorne stood in the drafty anteroom of the Whitmore Estate, his fingers trembling not from the cold, which was biting and industrial, but from the sheer, crushing weight...

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