The Wistful Dinner

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2026-08-18 16:41:34 -

The banquet hall smelled of roasting pheasant and old dust. It was a place that did not exist in any map I had ever unfolded. The walls were made of black iron, riveted together with bolts the size of my thumb. Outside the tall, narrow windows, there was no sky. Only a thick, gray fog that moved like water. I sat at the head of the long table. I was the host. I was also the guest. This was the...

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