The Wistful Dinner

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The rain fell like a verdict. It was a cold, gray Tuesday in November. The sky hung low over the Appalachian ridge, pressing down on the pines. Elias Thorne walked. His boots were heavy. Leather. Good leather. They had seen ten years of mud. They had seen blood. They had seen the end of many things. Elias carried a rifle. It was old. M1911. The metal was dark with use. The wood was worn smooth...

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