The Wistful Dinner

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Act I Marie Benes pressed the flat of her palm against the cold iron of the cell door, the metal biting into her skin, while the smell of damp wool and stale wine hung heavy in the narrow corridor. She was thirty-four years old, a coffin maker’s daughter who had traded her chisel for a badge, and she stood in the administrative office of the Moravian border station, a place that smelled of wet...

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