The Wistful Dinner

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2026-08-23 06:53:01 -

The letter sat on the table. It was white. It was thick. It smelled of dust and dry blood. I did not open it. I knew what it said. I had always known. My name is Elara. I live in the high tower of the estate. The walls are stone. The stone is cold. It holds my breath. It holds my heart. It holds the shape of my mother’s face. I am not alone. I am never alone. The house is full of them. The...

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