The Wistful Dinner

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The ink bled red across the page, a slow, arterial weep that stained the cotton paper of the municipal ledger. I watched it spread, the crimson creeping into the fibers like a bruise under skin, and I thought of my brother, Thomas, whose debts were not my business, though I had just told Mr. Thorne they were paid in full. The rule of the Blackwood Municipal Library was not written in any...

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