The Wistful Dinner

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The feast was a wound in the dark. Bread. Cheese. Blood. Thomas ate. His hands shook. The tallow candles guttered. Shadows danced on the stone walls. He was old. The joint pain was a constant guest. It lived in his left knee. It lived in his spine. It whispered to him. Across the table sat his son. William. Young. Strong. His eyes were bright with a feverish light. He did not eat. He watched...

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