The Wistful Witness

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The candle in the center of the table was made of bone. Not tallow. Not wax. Bone. It burned with a pale, blue flame that cast no shadow. Thomas sat at the edge of the oak. His hands were flat on the wood. He did not touch the cup. The cup was gold. The gold was warm. "You are quiet, Thomas," said the Lord. The Lord sat at the head of the table. He wore red. The red was old. It looked like...

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