The Wistful Dinner

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The brass badge in Elara Vane’s hand was cold, heavier than it looked, stamped with the crest of the Civil Service and a number that meant nothing to her anymore. She stood in the corridor of the Whitehall office, the air thick with the scent of damp wool and stale tobacco, listening to the rhythmic clatter of typewriters three floors down. It was November, 1904, and the winter budget cuts were...

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