The Wistful Dinner

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The rain in the city of Aethelgard did not fall so much as it suspended itself, a gray veil that dampened the stones and silenced the bells. It was a Tuesday in late autumn, the kind of day that felt less like a passage of time and more like a slow erosion. Captain Silas Thorne stood at the window of the Governor’s office, watching the mist curl around the spires of the cathedral. He was a man...

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