The Wistful Dinner

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The snow had ceased, but the silence it left behind was heavier than the weight of the ice on the branches. Julian sat alone in the high gallery of the manor, the room vast and cold, smelling faintly of dried lavender and old paper. He was a scholar of the old histories, a man who had spent his life translating the dead, yet he could not decipher the script of his own body. The fever had taken...

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