The Wistful Dinner

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The rain in Harrowgate had a taste, sharp and metallic, like the blood that sometimes coated the inside of Elias’s mouth when he dreamed of the trench lines. He stood by the window of his small, rented room, watching the streetlights bleed into the wet cobblestones, holding a pair of women’s boots in his hands. They were leather, dark as midnight, and worn smooth at the toes by years of walking...

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