The Wistful Dinner

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2026-08-21 09:52:23 -

The fire did not just burn; it ate, a ravenous, yellow mouth that devoured the oak logs and spat out a heat so dry it cracked the lips of the room, leaving us in a silence that was not empty but full, heavy with the smell of char and old dust. I sat in the corner, my back against the cold stone of the hearth’s side, watching the flames dance with a detached, scholarly curiosity, as if I were...

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