The Wistful Dinner

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The ash fell like snow. It coated the cobblestones of the old mill town. It dusted the window sills of the Grand Hotel. It settled on the shoulders of the guests. Elara stood at the edge of the ballroom. She wore a dress of black silk. It was old. It was worn thin at the elbows. She did not mind. The ash was everywhere. It was in her hair. It was in her throat. The room was full of men. They...

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