The Wistful Dinner

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2026-08-20 20:19:04 -

I woke with the taste of copper in my mouth. The dream was gone. The room was cold. My name is Elias. I am a captain. Or I was. The distinction matters now. I sit on the edge of the bed. The sheets are white. They are too white. They look like shrouds. I stand. My legs are stiff. I walk to the mirror. The face looking back is mine. But it is not me. It is a mask I have worn so long it has fused...

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