The Wistful Dinner

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1348, the third month of the Great Pestilence. The stone of the city gate does not merely stand; it breathes. I have spent twenty years as a sergeant in the King’s Guard, enforcing the law with a sword and a ledger. I know the weight of iron. I know the price of a man’s life. But I do not know how to fight a sound that lives inside the mortar. It is a low, wet hum, a technical vibration that...

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