The Wistful Voyage

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The table is set. It is a long, scarred oak table in the center of the hall, draped in white linen that looks like snow under a grey sky. You sit at the head. You are the Elder. The one who knows. Around you, the faces are blurred, soft, familiar. They are waiting for the food. The food is the point. The food is the truth. You look at the dish in front of you. It is a bowl of soup. Clear,...

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