The Wistful Dinner

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The cellar was cold. It smelled of damp stone and old iron. Thomas stood in the center of the room, his hand resting on the hilt of a sword that was not there. He felt the weight of it. He felt the steel against his palm. He was the keeper of this place. The walls were black. The floor was slick. He had been here for forty years. Or perhaps it was only a day. Time did not move here. It pooled...

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