The Wistful Dinner

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You wake in the hall. The air tastes of copper and old dust. It is cold. Your bones ache. You are small. You are seven. Or perhaps you are older. Time does not hold here. It pools like stagnant water in the corners of the room. The hall is vast. The ceiling disappears into shadow. Tall windows look out onto a void. There is no sky. Only a deep, bruised purple darkness. You stand on a rug. The...

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