The Wistful Dinner

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2026-08-19 19:25:36 -

The rain hit the windows of the Great Hall with a rhythmic, percussive force that sounded less like weather and more like the static of a broken transmission. I stood by the heavy oak door, my hands clasped behind my back, feeling the damp seep through the wool of my uniform. It was a uniform that had been tailored for a world that no longer existed, a set of gray wool and brass buttons that...

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