The Wistful Dinner

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2026-08-17 20:22:53 -

The dream began not with light, but with the heavy, wet smell of rotting peaches, a scent so thick it seemed to coat the back of Thomas Whitmore’s throat, turning his breath into a cloying syrup that he could not quite swallow. He was standing in a vast, circular hall that stretched out before him, its floor paved in tiles of black marble veined with white, the patterns shifting and writhing...

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