The Wistful Dinner

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"Elara." The voice was not loud, but it cut through the clatter of the mill like a shears through wet wool. It came from the gallery above, from the man who owned the ground, the air, and the blood. Elara stood before the magistrate’s desk, her left arm ending in a ragged stump of bandage and bruised skin. The room smelled of iron filings and old brine. On the shelf behind the magistrate sat a...

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