The Wistful Dinner

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The mud sucked at Elias’s boots with a wet, sucking sound, a noise that seemed to come from the earth itself, pulling at his ankles as if the ground were alive and hungry. He coughed, a dry, rattling hack that tore through his chest and left a taste of iron and ash on his tongue, the first sign of the Gray Lung that had already taken his father. The mist hung in the hollow not like fog, but...

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