Lake Lewisia #871

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The feast had long since been cleared away, as had the bodies, and even the historians and amateur detectives who came after had dwindled to a few visits a year. A poisoner had brought them together at that fateful, final meal, and the poison had bound their spirits forever at their ghostly table. Sometimes, they talked of their murder, but mostly they enjoyed the conversation that might have been had that night, under better circumstances, now that death had filed off all the sharp edges of their relationships.

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LL#871