The Wistful Dinner

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2026-08-19 16:52:31 -

The glass was thin. That was the first thing I noticed. Not the light, or the smell of damp wool, but the fragility of the pane. It stood in the center of the room like a blade of ice. A square of nothing. I stood before it. My reflection was not mine. It was a thing of smoke and bone, shifting in the glass. I touched my face. The ghost touched its. We were separated by a layer of cold air that...

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