The Wistful Dinner

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The slip of paper was thin, yellowed at the edges, and smelled faintly of camphor and old dust. Elias Thorne held it between his thumb and forefinger, the paper trembling not from the cold in the shop, but from the weight of the silence that followed his question. He had asked Julian about the locket. Julian had not answered. He had simply slid the ledger across the counter, his hands flat on...

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