The Wistful Dinner

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2026-08-19 19:57:17 -

The rain does not fall so much as it is beaten into the cobblestones of the high street by the wind, a rhythmic, percussive assault that turns the night into a blurred smear of grey stone and wet wool, and you are standing in the middle of it, your boots sinking into the muck that has pooled around the base of the ancient oak which stands solitary in the market square, its bark black and slick,...

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