The Wistful Dinner
The porcelain had not merely cracked; it had disintegrated. Elias stood before the shards of the Ming-style vase, his hands trembling not from cold, but from the sudden, violent intrusion of the present into the past. The object, a centerpiece of the Royal Society’s restricted archive, was the only physical testament to his father’s alleged treason, a stain that had defined Elias’s life since...
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