The Wistful Dinner

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The mud of the valley did not smell of rain. It smelled of iron and old blood. Elias stood in the center of the field, his hands slick with the red slurry that coated the earth. He was a small man, built like a knot of rope, with eyes that had seen too much sun and not enough sleep. Around him lay the bodies of the men who had come to take his land. They lay in a heap, limbs tangled like...

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