The Wistful Dinner
The road was white. Not with snow. With dust. Elias walked. His boots were worn. The leather was thin. He carried a satchel. Inside was a book. The book was heavy. It was bound in blue cloth. The cloth was faded. The pages were yellowed. Elias was a scholar. He had spent his life in libraries. He had read many words. He had written few. Now he walked. He walked toward the estate. The estate was...
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