The Wistful Dinner

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Marek woke with the taste of iron on his tongue. The dream had been a simple thing, a recurring ghost of the past. He saw the cloak. It was grey, woven from the coarse wool of highland sheep, heavy and cold. It lay draped over a stone bench in the chapel yard. He reached for it. His hand passed through the fabric like smoke. He woke, gasping, in the narrow cot of his study. The window was open....

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