The Wistful Dinner

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended gray mist that seeped into the bones of the city and turned the wet pavement into a mirror for the sickly glow of the streetlamps. Elara Vance, thirty-two and hollowed out by weeks of sleepless vigil, stood over the bed of her younger brother, Thomas, watching as the skin of his left hand began to flake away like dry leaves in an...

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