The Wistful Dinner

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The bowl sat on the corner of my desk, a hairline fracture running through its glaze like a vein of dried blood. I had bought it at an estate sale in Queens for twelve dollars, a trivial sum for a piece of ceramic that felt heavier than its size suggested. My job was to finish the risk assessment for the Meridian Tower by Friday, a task that would secure my promotion to Chief Analyst and seal...

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