The Wistful Dinner

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The fog did not roll in; it rose, a solid wall of grey iron that swallowed the breach in the walls of Oakhaven whole, freezing the very air until the breath I took hung in the mouth as a white stone. I am Sergeant Thomas Bradshaw, thirty-two years old, and I have served in this siege for three years, long enough to know that when the mist turns to lead, the Warden is feeding. My left arm was...

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