The Wistful Dinner

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The Red Moon hung low over the grey slate of the Citadel, a bruised eye staring down at the city of Oakhaven, and you stood before the Whispering Wall, your hands trembling so violently that the iron of your saber clattered against your thigh, a sound that seemed to echo in the hollow silence of the ancient stone barrier. You were Elias Thorne, Royal Sentinel for twenty years, a man who had...

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