The Wistful Dinner

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The vial in my hand was cold, a small cylinder of glass containing a pale blue liquid that smelled faintly of almonds and ozone. I sat in the center of the sterile, white-tiled office, the federal inspector’s chair creaking under my weight, and watched the liquid swirl as I tilted it. For four years, I had served the Bureau with the mechanical precision of a clockwork soldier, enforcing the new...

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