The Wistful Dinner

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2026-08-20 17:07:12 -

The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it hovered, a persistent, gray mist that settled into the pores of the skin and the weave of the wool, making everything feel damp and heavy with a sorrow that had no name. It was a town built on the backs of men who had worked the land until their spines curved like question marks, and now, in this age of glass and steel, the land was gone, leaving...

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