The Wistful Dinner

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The sky did not darken; it simply ceased to be blue, bleeding into a bruised violet that stretched endlessly across the moor. I stood at the edge of the heath, my boots sinking into the wet peat, and watched the fog roll in from the sea like a living thing, hungry and cold. It was the old time, the time before the roads were paved and the lanterns lit by oil, when the world was still wild...

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