The Wistful Dinner

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The stone walls of the Abbey breathed with the damp cold of the valley, a slow, rhythmic exhalation that settled into the marrow of my bones. I stood in the center of the refectory, the heavy oak table stretching out before me like a dark, still lake. On its surface sat a single object that had consumed the last three days of my waking hours and the entirety of my sleep. It was a sparrow, no, a...

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