The Wistful Dinner
You didn't see it, did you? The way the glass shattered? Elena stared at the trash bin on the corner of Wacker and Michigan, the rain drumming a relentless, gritty rhythm against the concrete sidewalk. The emerald brooch lay in the wet slush, its setting cracked, the stones scattered like broken teeth. She had spent four months restoring it, saving every dollar from her junior archivist salary,...
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