The Wistful Dinner
The train shudders. It is a rhythmic, mechanical thrum that vibrates through the soles of your boots. You are moving toward the town of Oakhaven. It is a place of iron and steam. The air smells of coal dust and wet wool. You carry a leather satchel. Inside, the glass vials clink softly. They contain a substance. It is viscous. It is dark. It is the essence of your life’s work. You are a...
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