The Wistful Dinner

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The iron stove in the center of the room did not make a sound, but it hummed. It was a low, metallic thrum that Elias could feel in his molars, a vibration that seemed to emanate from the coal itself. He sat at the kitchen table, his hands wrapped around a mug of tea that had gone cold an hour ago. Outside, the rain hammered against the single pane of glass, blurring the view of the muddy lane...

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