The Wistful Dinner

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The rain in the highlands did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended gray curtain that smelled of wet wool and old iron, and through this veil walked Cillian, a man whose very skin seemed to have forgotten the boundaries of his own body, for he was not merely a prisoner of the stone walls that had held him for three years, but a prisoner of the bone, the marrow, the very calcium...

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