The Wistful Dinner

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The letter was already on the desk when you walked in, the wax seal broken, the ink still wet enough to smear if you touched it. "Sit down, Thorne," Halloway said, not looking up from his coffee. The smell of the office hit you first, a stale mix of floor wax and old paper, the scent of a place where time had been deliberately preserved rather than lived. You did not sit. You stood by the...

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