The Wistful Dinner

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The gold was warm. That was the first thing Elias noticed, not the weight, but the heat radiating from the metal against his palm, a pulse that matched the frantic drumming of his own heart. He sat on the edge of his cot in the St. Jude’s Orphanage dormitory, the ring hidden in the crease of his elbow, watching the dust motes dance in the pale afternoon light. His mother had died three weeks...

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