The Wistful Dinner

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You stand at the edge of the treeline where the ancient oaks surrender to the mist-shrouded moor, the air thick with the scent of wet iron and decaying leaves, a heavy, sulfurous tang that clings to the back of your throat like a secret too terrible to speak aloud. The sky above is a bruised purple, swollen with clouds that do not break but rather compress, pressing down upon the landscape with...

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