The Wistful Dinner

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The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the slate roof of the estate, a relentless, hollow rhythm that seemed to mimic the beating of my own heart. I sat in the library, the air thick with the scent of wet stone and old paper. The fire in the grate was low, barely enough to warm the heavy oak chair where I sat. I was a clerk of the household, a position that required little...

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