The Wistful Dinner

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The fire in the hearth of the Ashworth manor was not a gentle thing; it was a roaring, hungry beast of orange and black, devouring the seasoned oak logs with a crackle that sounded suspiciously like breaking bones. I sat at the head of the long, scarred table, my hands clasped so tightly that the knuckles turned the color of old parchment, and I watched the flames dance with a detached,...

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