The Wistful Dinner

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2026-08-18 02:33:09 -

The fog rolled in from the moor, thick as wool. It swallowed the estate. It swallowed the light. I sat at the head of the table. My hands trembled. I held a goblet of wine. The wine was dark. It was red. It looked like blood. It was not blood. My brother, Thomas, sat across from me. His face was pale. His eyes were wide. He looked at the door. He looked at the wall. He did not look at me. He...

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