The Wistful Dinner

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The wind did not howl in the valley of the Pale Stones; it whispered, a low, sibilant exhalation that smelled of wet iron and crushed thyme, and it was to this whisper that Elias Thorne listened as he stood upon the precipice, his boots sinking slightly into the moss that had claimed the ancient footbridge. He was a man of two worlds, the first left behind like a husk of wheat, cracked and...

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