The Wistful Dinner

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2026-08-19 11:19:12 -

The iron gate did not rust. It did not fade. It stood, black and absolute, against the white snow. I had kept it for three days. Three days since the siege broke. Three days since the screams stopped, leaving only a silence so thick it choked the lungs. I was a scholar of history. I was a man of words. But words had failed the city. Only the gate remained. Only the gate had not betrayed us. I...

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