The Wistful Dinner

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Act I "You’re late, Chatterjee. The ink is already drying."‌⁠⁠‌‌‌‌‌‍‌⁠‍‍‌⁠‌‍‌⁠‍‍‌‍‍‌⁠‌‌‌‍‍‍‍‍⁠‍⁠‍‌⁠⁠⁠⁠‌‌‍‌‍ I looked down at my hands, the black stains creeping past my wrists like spilled tea. The magistrate’s office smelled of wet earth and old paper, the air thick with the humidity of the midsummer rain that had been falling for three days. Outside, the work bell of...

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