The Wistful Dinner

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The dream was always the same: a wall of crystal, thin as ice, holding back a storm that smelled of ozone and iron. Arthur woke with the taste of copper in his mouth, the sheets tangled around his legs, the darkness of the room pressing against his eyes. He lay still for a moment, listening to the heavy, rhythmic thud of his father’s footsteps in the hallway, the sound of a man carrying a...

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