The Wistful Dinner

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The dream had a smell to it, sharp and metallic, like the copper taste of blood on the back of the tongue. Manette Mire woke before the sun cleared the sugar palms, the light still a bruised purple in the sky. She knew the shape of the night before she opened her eyes. Julian was gone. Not dead, but gone in the way that matters, his side of the bed cold and the sheets twisted into a knot that...

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