The Wistful Dinner

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The mist hung low over the valley, thick as wool and cold as stone. Elara sat alone in the kitchen of the old farmhouse. The walls were damp. The wood was old. She waited for the dawn. Her body was failing. The sickness had moved from her lungs to her blood. It was a slow erosion. A quiet theft. She felt it in her bones. A hollow ache. A deep, cold void. The house was silent. Too silent. She...

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