The Wistful Dinner

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The dream had no floor, only a table of white oak stretching into a fog that smelled of wet wool and old blood. Thomas sat at the head. His hands were clean. They were always clean in the dreams, scrubbed until the skin turned the color of parchment, yet they trembled. On the table before him lay a loaf of bread, round and dense, its crust dark as a bruise. It was the only thing in the world...

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