The Wistful Dinner

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"You’re late, Arthur." The voice came from the shadows of the interrogation room, flat and devoid of warmth. Arthur Penhaligon did not look up from the metal table. He kept his eyes fixed on the scuffed linoleum floor, watching a single, persistent crumb of biscuit work its way toward the drain. "I’m not late," Arthur said. His voice was steady, though his hands, tucked beneath his elbows, were...

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