The Wistful Dinner

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The mist in Oakhaven did not rise; it exhaled. It rolled off the river like a breath held too long, swallowing the cobblestones and the brick facades of the clerks’ offices until only the sound of shuffling feet remained. I was Elias, thirty-two, a man of ink and silence, and I stood at the edge of the Grey Court’s jurisdiction, my hand trembling in the pocket where my father’s silver clasp had...

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