The Wistful Dinner

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The candle guttered. The wax pooled like a frozen tear on the oak table. You sat. The chair scraped against the stone floor. A sound like a bone snapping. Your master sat across from you. Sir Aldric. His face was a mask of bone and shadow. He did not blink. You counted his breaths. In. Out. In. Out. "You brought it," he said. His voice was dry. Like leaves in a ditch. You nodded. Your hands...

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