The Wistful Dinner

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The house did not breathe. It stood in the gray fog of the English countryside like a lung collapsed, the walls sweating with a damp that smelled of rot and old paper. Elias Thorne sat at the head of the mahogany table, his hands resting on the wood, fingers curled as if gripping invisible reins. He was a man of sixty, though the years in exile had carved his face into a topography of deep,...

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