The Wistful Dinner

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The rain did not fall. It struck. It hammered against the oak shutters of the watchtower, a rhythmic, bone-deep thud that matched the pounding in Silas’s temples. He stood by the window, his hand resting on the cold iron of the musket stock. Outside, the fog swirled like a living thing, thick and grey, swallowing the village of Oakhaven in a suffocating embrace. It was the night of the Longest...

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