The Wistful Dinner
The carriage wheels churned through the wet gravel of the estate’s outer drive, a rhythmic grinding sound that seemed to scrape against the marrow of Dr. Elias Thorne’s bones, as he made the long, arduous ascent to the Institute of Antiquarian Studies, a sprawling and somber complex of stone that huddled against the misty Scottish Highlands like a fortress built to keep out the encroaching...
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