The Wistful Dinner

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The house was not built; it was grown. It rose from the damp earth of the Blackwood estate like a fever dream made manifest, its walls composed of stacked, translucent bones that hummed with a low, tectonic vibration. I stood at its threshold, my fingers trembling against the doorframe, which was shaped like a spine. I was a prisoner here, though my chains were invisible, woven from the...

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