The Wistful Dinner

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I woke with the taste of copper and old iron on my tongue, a metallic tang that coated the roof of my mouth like a rusted shield, and I knew before I opened my eyes that the dream had not released me, but had instead woven itself into the fabric of the morning light filtering through the heavy, dust-moted curtains of the manor house, for in that sleep I had seen the thing that no man of the old...

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