The Wistful Dinner

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You have the wrong file, Elias. The words hung in the air of the archive, heavy and dry as the dust motes dancing in the single shaft of afternoon light. Arthur Halloway did not look up from his desk. He was adjusting a pair of spectacles, his fingers blackened with graphite, and the silence that followed his accusation was louder than any shout. You stood there, the torn silk scarf clutched in...

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