The Wistful Dinner

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The cough came first. It was a dry, rhythmic percussion, like a knuckle rapping against a hollow drum, echoing through the vaulted stone ceiling of the library. Elias Vane paused, his quill hovering above the parchment. He did not look up. He knew the cadence of the sound, the specific wet rattle that followed the dry strike, the way it seemed to originate not from a throat but from the very...

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