The Wistful Dinner

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The smell of roasted pork and spiced wine hung heavy in the air, a thick, cloying sweetness that seemed to coat the back of my throat as I took my seat at the long oak table. I was forty-two years old, a scholar of little renown, driven from my home by the grinding wheels of war, and I carried with me a leather satchel containing the only things I had left: the manuscripts of my wife, Elena. I...

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