The Wistful Dinner

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You wake in a room that smells of damp wool and old rain, the air thick with a silence that feels less like absence and more like a held breath. The ceiling is high, painted in a pale, peeling cream that suggests a time when this place was a house of power, not merely a residence. You are wearing a uniform that does not fit quite right; the shoulders are too broad, the fabric stiff with a...

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