The Wistful Dinner

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The ink on the parchment did not dry so much as it seeped into the vellum, darkening the edges like a bruise that refused to fade. Aelric sat alone in the high tower of the Obsidian Keep, the air thick with the scent of dried lavender and old blood. He was a man of few words, his face a map of lines etched by long years of watching shadows move where light should have been. Before him lay the...

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