The Wistful Dinner

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The breath hung in the air like a frozen cobweb, thick and white, defying the furnace heat that roared three feet away. Elias Thorne sat on the damp floor of the coal seam, his hands clasped over his knees, watching the frost creep up the shins of his trousers despite the sweltering heat of the mine. He was thirty-two, a man whose bones felt hollowed out by the weight of his brother’s debts,...

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