The Wistful Dinner

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The silver locket sat on the table, a cold, fraying thing against the wood. Elias Thorne stared at it, his fingers trembling as he traced the tarnish that had eaten away the clasp. It was midnight, or close enough to make the shadows in the room feel like solid walls. The rent was due. Mr. Vane was coming. The locket was his sister’s, the only thing she had left him after the fever took her,...

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