The Wistful Dinner

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The feast is a wound in the dark. You sit. The table is long. It stretches into the black. Candles gutter. They do not burn. They bleed light. The light is thin. It is grey. It is the color of old teeth. You wear silk. It is cold. It clings. You are hungry. You are not eating. You are waiting. The air smells of iron. It smells of wet stone. It smells of something sweet. It is the smell of rot....

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