The Wistful Dinner

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The meat was raw. It sat on the plate, a slick, crimson slab of muscle and fat, smelling of iron and old blood. Sergeant Elias Thorne did not touch it. He stared at the texture, the glistening sheen that caught the dim light of the kitchen. Across the table, his daughter, Mara, cut into her portion. The knife scraped against porcelain. A wet, tearing sound. She ate. She chewed. She swallowed....

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