The Wistful Dinner

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2026-08-22 18:07:18 -

The fog did not roll in; it seeped, a cold, grey liquid that filled the hollows of the stone gate and swallowed the world beyond the threshold. I stood at the center of the passage, my rifle slung low, watching the mist curl around my boots. I was Silas, thirty-two years old, a border warden with twelve years of service and a pension that hung by a thread. The Corps called the gate cursed, a...

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