The Wistful Dinner

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The morning mist clings to the hedgerows like a wet shroud, refusing to lift even as the sun climbs higher into a pale, indifferent sky. You walk with your boots heavy on the mud, the leather soaking up the dampness of the English countryside until your feet feel swollen and strange, as if they belong to someone else. You are walking toward the village of Oakhaven, a place that has existed in...

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