The Wistful Dinner

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The blacksmith’s hammer counted the seconds as Aldric stood in the doorway, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. One strike, two strikes, the iron ringing out against the anvil like a funeral bell. Thomas did not look up, his eyes fixed on the glowing billet of steel, but the air in the cellar grew thick with the smell of hot coal and something else, something sweet and cloying that clung...

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