The Wistful Dinner

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The old man in the corner of the tavern, whose face was a map of wrinkles so deep they seemed to hide the eyes beneath, did not look up when the heavy oak doors groaned open to admit the wind and the stranger. He simply turned the stem of his pipe in his mouth, a dry, clicking sound that cut through the low murmur of the hall, and watched the dust motes dance in the single beam of moonlight...

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