The Wistful Dinner

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The fog did not roll in; it arrived, a slow, viscous tide that swallowed the perimeter fence of Post 409 before the first bell of the evening watch. Elias Thorne stood at the window of the main hall, his hand resting on the cold glass, watching the boundary line dissolve. He was fifty-four, and his heart, a failing engine in his chest, beat in a erratic, heavy rhythm that matched the pulse of...

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