The Wistful Dinner

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The dream always began with the sound of static, a low, electric hum that vibrated in the teeth and settled into the marrow of the bones, before Elias Thorne opened his eyes to the gray, indifferent light of the November morning. He lay in the narrow bed of his cottage on the edge of the Blackwood Ridge, the air thick with the scent of damp wool and old paper, and he knew with a certainty that...

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