The Wistful Dinner

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The letter lay on the table, the ink still dark and wet, smelling faintly of iron and winter rain. Clara Vane smoothed the corner with a finger that did not tremble, though the air in the dining room was thick with the scent of roasted duck and the low, murmuring hum of the chandelabras. She looked up, her gaze steady, at the man who had come to dismantle her life with the precision of a...

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