The Wistful Dinner

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14 November 1912. The rain in Ashford does not fall; it hangs in the air, a cold, wet mist that soaks through wool and settles in the bones. I am thirty years old. I have served as a constable for ten years. I am Irish. In this mill town, that is a sin that no amount of clean records can wash away. My mother lies in the upstairs room, her breath a rattle like dry leaves in a tin can. She is...

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