The Wistful Dinner

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The air in the detention center smelled of damp wool and stale coffee, a thick, cloying scent that seemed to settle in the back of Elias’s throat. He stood before the glass partition, his hands gripping the metal railing until his knuckles turned white, watching his younger brother Julian sit slumped in a plastic chair. Julian looked smaller than he had in years, his shoulders hunched, his eyes...

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