The Wistful Dinner

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The cart wheels groaned on the cobblestone. They were slick with rain. Rain had fallen for three days. It soaked into the wool of the cloak. It soaked into the bone. The road to the Hall was long. It was also steep. The air smelled of wet stone and iron. Iron rust. Iron blood. Thomas carried the box. It was heavy. He did not look down. He looked ahead. Ahead was the gate. The gate was black....

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