The Wistful Dinner

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The leather binding was warm, warmer than the room, and it hummed against my palm like a live wire. I held the Ledger of Sins on the desk, its pages blank save for the date, while the gas lamps in the Meridian Insurance Exchange flickered, casting long, trembling shadows across the linoleum. It was November, 1912, and the air smelled of coal smoke and old paper. I was Elias Thorne, forty years...

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