The Wistful Dinner

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The ink did not dry; it breathed. Elias Thorne, Royal Scribe to the Crown, stared at the parchment where the letters of the *Codex Aeterna* had begun to weep, the black script pooling into a viscous, living stain that seeped through the vellum and into the skin of his right hand, a sensation not of pain but of a cold, hungry intimacy that reminded him, with a horror that stopped his heart, of...

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