The Wistful Dinner

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2026-08-19 17:05:14 -

The dream began not with a sound, but with a smell, the sharp, metallic tang of old iron mixed with the sweet, cloying rot of lilies that had been left too long in stagnant water. I found myself standing in the nave of a cathedral that had no name, a place where the light did not come from windows but seemed to bleed slowly from the stones themselves, a pale, sickly luminescence that turned my...

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