The Wistful Dinner

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2026-08-24 01:52:08 -

The silver cufflink sat in my palm, cold and heavy as a river stone. It was the only thing in the room that did not tremble, while I sat on the edge of the iron cot, the air thick with the smell of damp wool and old blood. I am Elias, forty-two years old, and I have been a prisoner in this manor for three days, though no one has locked the door. I am here to pay the debt of my father, a man who...

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