The Wistful Dinner

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2026-08-18 13:32:55 -

The dream was of a blackbird. It sat on the roof tiles of the rectory, its feathers ruffled by a wind that smelled of wet ash. Thomas woke with the sound of a wingbeat in his ear. He lay still. The room was dark. The air was thick. He was a scholar of the old texts. Men like him lived in the dust of other men’s words. They knew the shape of a word but not its weight. Thomas knew the weight. He...

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