The Wistful Dinner
The bell of the manor house did not ring; it screamed, a high, thin shriek that tore through the twilight and shattered the silence of the valley. It was the signal that the harvest had failed, that the frost had come too early, and that the granaries, once bulging with the promise of winter, were now hollow, echoing with the sound of rats and regret. Master Elias Thorne stood in the center of...
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