The Wistful Dinner

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The ledger of my debts was thick as a man’s thigh, and I counted the lines of ink on the parchment until the numbers blurred into a single, dark river. There were four hundred and twelve pounds owed to the St. Jude’s Clinic for Julian’s lungs, a sum that had grown in the three years since I last saw him, compounded by interest that tasted of rust and neglect. I sat in the corner of Lord Vane’s...

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