The Wistful Dinner

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The silver locket sat in Elias Thorne’s palm, cold and heavy as a river stone, its surface etched with a single, faded oak leaf that had been polished smooth by years of anxious thumbing. He turned it over in the dim light of the border outpost, the metal catching the last bruised purple of the twilight that clung to the horizon of the dead zone. For twenty years, Elias had worn the heavy wool...

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