The Wistful Dinner

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He woke in the dark. The room was small. It was stone. It smelled of damp earth and old wool. Thomas sat up. His head throbbed. A dull ache. It lived behind his eyes. He looked at his hands. They were thin. They were pale. They were his hands. He wore a grey tunic. It was rough. It was scratchy. It clung to his skin. It was the only thing he had. It was the only thing that mattered. It was part...

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