The Wistful Dinner

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The fog in the valley did not roll in so much as it rose, a thick, grey exhalation from the damp earth that swallowed the stone walls of the Abbey by mid-morning. Inside the refectory, the air smelled of stale bread, woodsmoke, and the sharp, metallic tang of old iron. Brother Thomas sat at the end of the long oak table, his hands clasped so tightly beneath the table that his knuckles turned...

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