The Wistful Dinner

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The cellar of the Whitehall estate smelled of damp limestone and old iron. It was a place where light did not belong, a subterranean vein in the body of the house that ran deep into the earth. Here, in the gloom, Julian stood alone, his hands resting on the cold stone table. He was a man of few words, a servant who had come from the distant, rain-swept moors of the north, carrying with him a...

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