The Wistful Dinner

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2026-08-18 07:44:13 -

The rain did not fall; it hovered. It hung in the air like a fine, cold mist, seeping into the stone, into the mortar, into the very bones of the castle. I stood in the antechamber, my armor cold against my skin. The steel had grown heavy. It was not the weight of the metal that pressed upon my shoulders, but the weight of the silence. Lord Ashworth was waiting. He sat upon the high throne, his...

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