The Wistful Dinner

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The ink bled from the page before I even opened the cover. It was a thick, viscous black, defying gravity as it pooled on the desk of my cramped office in the Ashworth Constabulary. I am Thomas Bradshaw, thirty-two years old, and I had come here to claim the pension owed to my sister, Elara. She had died six months ago, a casualty of the industrial accidents that plagued our district, and the...

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