The Wistful Dinner

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The dream began with the smell of ozone and wet iron, a scent that clung to the back of Elias Thorne’s throat like a physical weight, forcing him to open his eyes to the grey, weeping light of the industrial dawn. He stood in the middle of the abandoned rail yard, the ground beneath his leather boots spongy with decades of rust and rain, while the skeletal remains of a locomotive loomed behind...

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