The Wistful Dinner

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The oak table split. It did not break. It did not shatter. It split. A single, jagged line of pale wood ran from the center to the edge. Dust rose. The air tasted of resin and iron. Captain Elias Thorne watched. He did not blink. He held his wine glass. The crystal trembled. A drop fell. It hit the grain. The Great Hall was silent. Candlelight flickered. Shadows stretched. The King sat at the...

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