The Wistful Dinner

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The iron bridge groaned under the weight of the storm, a skeletal beast stretching its ribs across the churning, black water of the valley below. Elias Thorne stood at the center of the span, his coat flapping violently in the gale, his hands locked in a knot of prayer that had long since lost its religious fervor. He was a man who had spent forty years listening to the voices of the dead, a...

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