The Wistful Dinner

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The gate was not made of wood, nor of iron, but of a silence so dense it felt like a wall of ice. Elias stood before it, his hands trembling not from the cold, but from the weight of the key in his pocket. It was a small, brass thing, tarnished by sweat and years of neglect, warm against his thigh like a living pulse. He was a man who had built his life on the architecture of order, a captain...

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