The Wistful Dinner

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The cellar was cold. It smelled of wet stone and old iron. Elias Thorne stood in the dark, his breath a pale ghost in the air. He held a lantern. The flame shook. It was not the wind. It was the walls. The building groaned. A low, tectonic hum. Elias had bought the house for a pittance. The realtor had been eager. Too eager. He had signed the papers without looking up. He had not asked why the...

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