The Wistful Dinner
The dream was always the same, a recurring fever of gold leaf and screaming marble where the pillars of the palace burned with a slow, violet fire that did not consume but rather revealed, exposing the hollow rot inside the stone, and Elias Thorne woke with the taste of ash on his tongue and the distinct, terrifying sensation that he was being watched from the corner of his own kitchen. He...
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