The Wistful Dinner

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2026-08-18 04:21:30 -

The candle sputtered. Thomas watched the flame die, then reignite, a small, stubborn heartbeat in the dark. He sat alone in the high-backed chair, the wood cold against his spine. Outside, the wind howled through the iron lattice of the window. It sounded like a beast. Or a man. Or perhaps just the house settling into its bones. Thomas was a scribe. A clerk of minor importance. He had ink on...

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