The Wistful Dinner

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The ink in my veins is cold. It has been cold for three days, a metallic chill that settles in the marrow of my left forearm, tracing the jagged, purple ridge of the scar. I am Elias, twenty-two, a junior clerk in the Department of Records, a vast and humming bureaucracy where the air tastes of dust and old paper. My job is transcription. I copy. I verify. I erase. But today, the erasure is...

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