The Wistful Dinner
The letter lay on the kitchen table, its edges curling in the dry air. It was a notice of eviction, printed on heavy cream stock that felt expensive and cold to the touch. Elias signed it with a hand that trembled, not from fear, but from the sheer exhaustion of being thirty-two and failing at everything. He did not look at the date. He knew it was tomorrow. He knew the landlord would come with...
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