The Wistful Dinner

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2026-08-21 13:53:38 -

The fire in the hearth had died an hour ago. You sit in the dark. The cold is a living thing. It presses against your chest. It settles into your bones. You are the Captain of the Watch. You are also the ghost. The house is old. The beams groan in the wind. Outside, the autumn trees are bare. They look like hands reaching for the sky. They are empty. You are empty. Your father was a hunter. He...

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