The Wistful Dinner

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The mortar was already grey, stiffening in the trowel before I could even press it into the fissure, and I stood there in the biting wind of the third year of the Black Frost, watching the line where the living garden met the dead wood shudder under a weight that had no name. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, and for two decades I have kept the ledger of this estate, balancing the...

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