The Wistful Dinner

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2026-08-18 15:54:22 -

The rain did not fall. It hovered. It hung in the air above the moor like a grey curtain, thick and wet, refusing to touch the earth. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the bog. His boots were sinking. Slowly. Inevitably. He looked back. Behind him, the road was gone. Swallowed by the mist. There was only the black water and the dead trees, their branches twisting like broken fingers....

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