The Wistful Dinner

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The ink dried slowly on the parchment. It bled into the fibers, darkening the edges until the words looked like bruises. Thomas Ashworth sat in the cellar, the stone floor cold against his knees. Above him, the village of Oakhaven slept under a sky choked by the siege. The war had lasted three years. The hunger had lasted four. Thomas held the scroll. It was the last thing his father had given...

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