The Wistful Dinner

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The ink was already drying on the quill when I heard the heavy iron clang of the gate bars being locked, a sound that vibrated through the soles of my boots and settled deep in my chest like a stone. I sat on the cold flagstones outside the quarantine ward, my hands stained black to the wrist, the smell of gall and oak galls sharp in my nose, and I watched the guard, Thomas, walk away with his...

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