The Wistful Dinner

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The coughing started in the dead of night, a wet, rattling sound that seemed to tear through the thin walls of our cottage and settle into the floorboards like damp rot. I, Elias, a scribe of the Abbey Guild, lay awake listening to my brother Thomas gasp for air, the rhythm of his breath a metronome counting down the hours of his life. He was twenty-two, a year younger than me, and already his...

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