The Wistful Dinner

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The letter lay on the stone table, its wax seal broken, the ink smudged where Aldric’s thumb had pressed too hard. It was a bill. Not for coin, but for vitality. The script was bureaucratic, a stark, angular hand that listed the costs of the last three nights: three measures of memory, one pound of warmth, the final hour of sleep. Aldric read it twice, the parchment gritty under his fingertips,...

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