The Wistful Dinner
The rain hits the roof. It sounds like applause. You are wet. The mud is cold. It clings to your boots. You are in the cellar. The air smells of rot and old iron. You hold the locket. It is heavy. It is tarnished. The fire is out. You look at the man by the wall. He is your master. His name is Silas. He wears a coat of dark velvet. The fabric is torn at the sleeve. He does not move. He does not...
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