The Wistful Dinner

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2026-08-19 02:36:33 -

The rain had not stopped for three days. It fell in a steady, gray sheet against the leaded windows of the Guildhall, washing the cobblestones slick with a black mirror of the city above. You stood in the corridor, your hand resting on the hilt of your longsword. The steel was cold. Your mind was cold. You were a Warden of the First Circle, a title that meant you were a living weapon, a tool...

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