The Wistful Dinner

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The mist in Vane does not smell of rain or rot; it smells of chalk and old paper, a dry, suffocating scent that settles into the creases of your skin. You are Elias, thirty-two, a clerk whose hands have forgotten how to do anything but hold a quill, and you have walked the cobblestones of this ancient city for three nights seeking a place where the fog does not climb the stairs. Your brother,...

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