The Wistful Dinner

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The envelope on the desk was thick, cream-colored, and smelled faintly of sulfur and old dust. Elias Vane held it in his trembling hands, the paper soft as skin, the ink inside still wet and black. He had come to the Grand Hotel to audit the accounts, to secure his pension, to find the fraud that would justify his forty years of silent service in the municipal ledger office. He had not come to...

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