The Wistful Dinner

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2026-08-18 10:41:06 -

The dream tasted of iron and old rain. It was a cold, gray morning in the village of Oakhaven, a place that sat on the edge of the known world, where the mist did not lift before noon. Thomas Bradshaw woke in his cell. The stone walls wept with condensation. He coughed, a dry, rattling sound that echoed off the damp masonry. He was not a man of flesh, not anymore. Or perhaps he never had been....

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