The Wistful Dinner

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The rain against the window of Elias Thorne’s cramped flat in Whitechapel was not merely weather; it was a rhythmic insistence, a drumming that seemed to synchronize with the cold, persistent pressure of a spectral hand resting on his left shoulder. Elias, a fifty-two-year-old former archivist whose hands had once smelled of old paper and dust, stood before the mirror, staring at the reflection...

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