The Wistful Dinner

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You walk. The road is red. Dust coats your tongue. You carry a staff. It is ash wood. It is light. It is dead. You walk. The town is gray. Stone walls rise. They are high. They are cold. You see the gate. It is iron. It is rusted. You stop. You wait. The gate opens. A man stands there. He is old. His face is a map of lines. He wears black. He is the Keeper. He looks at you. He does not smile....

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