The Wistful Dinner

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The ink was already wet when the bell rang. It was not a polite chime. It was a shriek. A metallic tear in the fabric of the room. Silas dropped his quill. The nib struck the parchment with a soft, wet thud. A black stain spread like a bruise across the ledger. He did not flinch. He had been here for forty years. He knew the sound of breaking things. He knew the weight of silence before the...

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