The Wistful Dinner

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The ink is wet. Do not touch it." Elian wiped his hands on his apron. The cloth was gray with soot and old stains. He looked at the ledger. The paper was thin. It smelled of damp earth. Outside, the fog pressed against the windowpanes of the scribe’s cottage. It was a thick, white wall. It had no shape. It just pushed. "I need it signed, Master Aldous," Elian said. His voice was high. It...

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