The Wistful Dinner

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The hand slammed the door shut, the latch clicking with a finality that echoed off the bare walls. Elias Thorne stood in the hallway, his knuckles white around the brass handle. He was forty years old, a city constable with twenty years of service, and he felt the weight of his father’s badge against his chest. It was a tarnished silver star, cold and heavy, pressed into the wool of his uniform...

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