The Wistful Dinner

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October 14th The rain has finally ceased, leaving the cobblestones of the square slick and black, reflecting the gaslights in long, trembling ribbons that seem to reach up toward the weeping willow standing sentinel at the edge of the town hall, its branches heavy and silent, waiting for a wind that refuses to come. You stand on the porch of the constabulary, your uniform damp and cold against...

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