The Wistful Dinner
The ice is breaking. You hear it before you see it. A sharp crack, like a bone snapping under a heel. Then another. The sound travels through the floorboards of the old manor, vibrating in your teeth. You are alone in the drawing room. The fire has died to embers. The air is cold and still. Outside, the snow falls. It has been falling for three days. The house is silent. Your breath fogs in the...
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