The Wistful Dinner

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The table was long, carved from a single slab of oak so dark it looked like dried blood. Candles burned in silver holders, their flames steady in the still air. There were twelve places set. Eleven were occupied. The twelfth was empty, the chair pushed back slightly, as if waiting for a guest who had forgotten to arrive. Marek sat at the head. He wore a coat of grey wool, heavy and worn at the...

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