The Wistful Dinner

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The table was long and made of dark oak. It stretched into the dimness of the hall, disappearing into a shadow that did not quite belong to the room. Candles burned low in brass holders, their flames steady and unblinking. There were no windows. The air was thick with the scent of roasted meat and old stone. It smelled like a memory that had been pressed flat between the pages of a book....

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