The Wistful Dinner

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The rain tapped against the glass. It was a steady, rhythmic sound. Like a clock ticking. Like a heart beating. Then stopping. Mara sat alone in the office. The fluorescent lights hummed. They were dying. One flickered. Then another. The room dimmed. Shadows lengthened. They pooled in the corners. They looked like ink. She was the lead investigator. Case number four-zero-nine. The file was open...

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