The Wistful Dinner

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The wind did not howl. It whispered. A low, continuous hum that vibrated in the marrow of the stone walls. Silas stood by the window. The glass was thick, warped by centuries of heat and cold. Outside, the night was absolute. No stars. No moon. Just a black void that pressed against the keep like a living thing. He was a man of few words. His uniform, heavy wool and brass buttons, had long...

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