The Wistful Dinner

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The dream began with the weight of silk. It was not the light, drifting silk of a summer afternoon, but a heavy, woven darkness, pressed against Elias’s skin like a second hide. He lay in a bed that was not his own, the sheets stiff with starch that smelled of lye and old stone. Above him, the ceiling was not plaster but a vaulted arch of black stone, carved with faces that seemed to weep...

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