The Wistful Dinner

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The rain does not fall; it seeps. It rises from the floorboards of the old manor house, a cold, grey mist that smells of wet wool and iron. You are sitting at the head of a long mahogany table, the wood dark and polished to a mirror sheen, reflecting your face in fragments. You are a prisoner here, though there are no bars. There is only the house, and the house is alive with a silence that...

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