The Wistful Dinner

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2026-08-19 07:03:02 -

The fog did not merely sit upon the docks of Blackwood; it breathed, a thick, sulfurous exhalation that smelled of rotting kelp and the cold, iron tang of the river mud, a mist so dense and pervasive that it erased the boundary between the water and the sky, turning the world into a grey, formless void where the only certainty was the damp chill that seeped into the bones, a physical weight...

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