The Wistful Dinner

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The table groaned under the weight of silver. Candles flickered. Smoke curled. It was a feast. It was a trap. Silas stood by the wall. He watched the plates. His hands were still. His jaw was tight. The town had gathered. Every face was familiar. Every smile was a lie. They called him Sarge. They called him hero. They forgot. Or they pretended to. The food was cold. The wine was dark. The air...

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