The Wistful Dinner

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The feast was not held in a hall, but in the hollow of a dying spruce that had been split open by a lightning strike three days prior, its exposed heartwood glowing with a faint, bioluminescent pulse that mimicked the rhythm of a human heartbeat. We sat on the damp earth, the air thick with the scent of ozone and rotting pine needles, and I watched my father, Elias, carve into a slab of raw...

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