The Wistful Dinner

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The dream was not of a place, but of a sensation, a heavy, wet pressure against the left flank where the ribs should have been. Elias woke with the taste of iron and old blood in his mouth, the taste of a wound that had never healed, only scarred over with a tissue that felt less like skin and more like wet clay. He was lying in the straw of the infirmary wing of the St. Jude’s Order, a place...

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