The Wistful Dinner
You leave before the bells ring. The gate is cold. Your hand shakes. You do not look back. The town of Oakhaven sleeps. It always sleeps. You are a soldier. You are a keeper of the peace. You carry a sword. The steel is dull. It has seen too much. You walk the mud. The mud is brown. It smells of rot. And rain. And old blood. You reach the chapel. The door is open. Inside, the air is thick. It...
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