The Wistful Dinner
The soup was cold, a fact that Margaret noted with the detached precision of a woman observing a crack spreading through the foundation of her own house, and she watched the steam rise from the bowl in thin, gray tendrils that danced and dissolved into the heavy, incense-choked air of the dining room, where the only light came from the single, flickering candle on the table and the pale,...
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