The Wistful Dinner

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2026-08-19 09:51:50 -

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended veil of grey mist that clung to the eaves of the sprawling, decaying manor on the edge of the moor, blurring the line between the solid stone of the house and the soft, indifferent earth beyond. Thomas Bradshaw stood alone in the center of the grand hall, the silence pressing against his eardrums with a physical weight that was more...

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