The Wistful Dinner
The heavy brass bell hung in the butler’s hand, cold and heavy as a judge’s gavel, its surface tarnished with the patina of twenty years of service. He stood in the hallway of the Thorne estate, his knuckles white, listening to the muffled roar of the banquet hall where Captain Elias Thorne was raising a glass to his bride-to-be, Clara. The year was 1904, and the air inside the manor was thick...
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