The Wistful Dinner

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2026-08-22 16:55:41 -

The pen was heavy in my right hand, the brass tip cold against the skin of my index finger. I held it over the intake log for the municipal archive, waiting for the tremor to pass, but it did not. The ink bled into the paper, a dark, spreading bruise that looked less like a mistake and more like a wound. I was thirty-two years old, a junior clerk in a building that smelled of dust and decaying...

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