The Wistful Dinner

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The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of the lower courtyard into a slick, grey mirror that reflected the looming silhouette of the keep, a dark tooth against the bruised sky. Elara stood in the archway, her fingers gripping the wet stone until her knuckles whitened, watching the Duke’s horse disappear into the mist, a black smear against the white void of the...

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