The Wistful Dinner

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The iron chest sat in the center of the cellar, heavy as a grave and cold as a winter stone, and I knew with the sudden, icy certainty of a man who has just realized he has been walking the wrong way for years that I was not there to free it, but to feed it, for the hunger within the wood and the metal was not for gold or jewels but for the specific, unrepeatable texture of my own guilt, which...

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