The Wistful Dinner

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2026-08-19 08:13:37 -

The fog did not roll in; it rose from the cobblestones of Blackwood Lane like a living exhalation, thick and cold against the skin, smelling of wet slate and the metallic tang of old blood. I stood at the edge of the town square, my hand resting on the hilt of my sword, the leather worn smooth by decades of service to a crown that had long since forgotten my name. The air was heavy, a physical...

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