The Wistful Dinner

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The dream came again, as it had every night since the autumn rains began to rot the foundations of the castle. Sir Aldric woke with the taste of iron in his mouth and the cold weight of a shadow pressing against his chest, a presence that had no form but possessed a terrible, physical mass. He was fifty years old, and his joints screamed in protest as he sat up, the damp of the stone walls...

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