The Wistful Dinner

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The table was long and dark, carved from oak that had been dead for a century. It sat in the center of the hall, untouched by the light of the three candles that burned with a steady, blue flame. You sat at the head. You were the scholar. You had come to understand the thing that ate in the dark. The room was stone. It was cold. The air smelled of wet earth and old blood. Outside, the wind...

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