The Wistful Dinner
The report lay on the table, the paper yellowed and brittle under the single hanging bulb. It was a standard incident form, Form 14-B, filed by the Ironworks District Inspector three days prior. The ink was faded, the signature of Elias Thorne a jagged scrawl at the bottom. You read it again, your finger tracing the words *accidental rupture*, *no negligence observed*, *case closed*. The air in...
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