The Wistful Dinner

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The train into Oakhaven exhaled a plume of black smoke that hung low over the platform, coating the brickwork in a fine, gritty dust. I stepped off the carriage, my boots finding the uneven flagstones, and felt the first sharp edge of the city’s hostility before I had even spoken a word. The air tasted of coal and wet iron, a flavor that seemed to settle in the back of my throat, a physical...

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