The Wistful Dinner

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The glass vial was cold against Elias’s palm, a chill that seeped through his skin and settled deep in the bone, a sensation he welcomed because it was the only thing in the sterile, timeless ward of St. Jude’s that felt real. His hands trembled, not with the palsy that had stolen the strength from his limbs over the last three months, but with the frantic, high-wire tension of a boy who had...

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