The Wistful Dinner

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"Renard, the light is failing. You will be late." Act I The warehouse at seventy-one of Corvid Lane smelled of wet sugar and rust, a thick, cloying scent that settled in the throat. Renard LaCour, forty-five years old and trembling, wiped his hands on his trousers, leaving dark smudges on the grey wool. He was a clerk for the tenure committee, a job that required the precision of a typesetter...

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