The Wistful Dinner

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The rain did not fall. It hung. A grey veil of suspended water, thick as wool, coating the windows of the Ministry of Temporal Anomalies. You stood before the glass. You were not looking at the street. You were looking at your own reflection, though the mirror was wet and distorted. Your face was a smear of charcoal and salt. You were sixty years old. Your hands were still steady. They were...

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