The Wistful Dinner

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The frost was thick on the glass. It had climbed from the sill, a white lichen that ate the light. I pressed my hand to it. The cold bit. It was a clean bite. I knew the shape of the pane. I had washed it myself. The water had been ice. My fingers were red. They were still red. The hall was silent. The torches hissed. They were fat logs. They burned low. The smoke hung in the rafters. It was a...

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