The Wistful Dinner

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The tower cracked. It did not fall. It did not crumble into a heap of dust that would settle gently over the fields below. It shattered. The great stone spire, which had stood in the center of the village square for three centuries, split down the middle with a sound like a thunderclap trapped in a bottle. The light inside the tower was wrong. It was not the sun. It was a pale, sickly green,...

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