The Wistful Dinner

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The mist clung to the stone walls of the manor. It was thick. It was cold. It smelled of rot and wet wool. Elias stood in the corridor. His boots were heavy. He looked at his hands. They were stained with ink. They were stained with blood. He did not know which came first. He had been there for three years. Three years in the tower. Three years of silence. The tower was not a prison. It was a...

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