The Wistful Dinner
The stone of the keep does not breathe, yet tonight it feels as though it is holding its breath, a heavy, damp silence that presses against the back of your skull. You are Elias, forty-two, a border warden who has spent two decades polishing the same rust from the same iron bars, and you want only to survive this shift so that the coin in your pocket—the last of your wages, saved for three...
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