The Wistful Dinner

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The name came to me from the mouth of the stationmaster, a sharp bark that cut through the whistle of the departing engine, and it was the first sound that had touched my ears in the grey, coal-choked air of Blackwood. I stood on the platform, my hands trembling not from the cold but from the early, insidious creep of age that had begun to settle into the joints of my fingers, and I clutched...

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