The Wistful Dinner
The rain did not fall so much as it stood, a vertical curtain of grey water that erased the boundary between the garden and the sky. Inside the dining room, the air was thick with the scent of beeswax and damp wool. Colonel Elias Thorne sat at the head of the long oak table, his hands resting on the polished surface, fingers pale and still. He was a man composed of right angles, his uniform...
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