The Wistful Dinner

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The rain did not fall so much as it seeped, a cold, persistent gray mist that clung to the high windows of the tavern and turned the night into a bruised, swollen thing. I stood in the center of the room, my sword drawn, the steel humming with a low, resonant vibration that I felt in my teeth. It was a strange sound for a blade to make, a sound like a held breath finally breaking, and it filled...

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