The Wistful Letter

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2026-08-20 12:09:17 -

The feast was a rotting thing. Stale meat hung from the rafters. It dripped black oil onto the stone floor. The smell was thick. It coated the tongue. It filled the lungs. Aldous sat at the head of the table. His armor was dented. His face was gray. He did not eat. He watched the shadows. The shadows moved. They had no source. They crawled up the walls. They whispered. They hissed. They knew...

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