The Wistful Dinner
Chapter One The glass did not break when Reyna Naranjo struck it; it simply stopped reflecting the world. She stood in the Mayor’s hall, the baton still raised, her nine-fingered hand trembling not from fear but from the sudden, violent silence of the image. The crowd behind the velvet rope had gone still. The Mayor, a man whose coat cost more than her annual wage, did not scream. He merely...
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