The Wistful Dinner

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The frost came down like a white shroud. It settled on the ivy that climbed the high stone walls of the manor. It stiffened the air until every breath was a jagged thing. Maud stood in the center of the dining room. The room was empty. The chairs were pulled back. The tablecloth was white and stiff with ice. She was not a woman of flesh. She was a creature of the hearth. A spirit of the flame....

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