The Wistful Dinner

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The iron boundary marker stood in the mud like a broken tooth, its surface slick with condensation that froze into a thin, brittle skin under the grey November sky, and Elias Thorne pressed his gloved hand against the cold metal, feeling the vibration of the wind through the steel as if the earth itself were holding its breath, a sensation that had grown heavier with every dawn he had spent...

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