The Wistful Dinner

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The dream was not of sleep, but of a heavy, suffocating velvet curtain that had been drawn shut over the window of his consciousness. Elias Thorne woke with the taste of iron and old parchment on his tongue, the air in his study thick with the scent of beeswax and the damp, decaying earth that seemed to seep up from the foundation of the house itself. It was a Tuesday in late October, the kind...

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