The Faded Frontier
The table groaned under the weight of it. Roast lamb. Honeyed almonds. A tower of honey cakes glazed in amber sugar. The air was thick, sweet, and stale. Margaret sat at the head. Her hands were still. Her face was a mask of polite exhaustion. Around her, the family laughed. They ate. They drank wine that cost more than her monthly wage. They praised the lamb. They ignored the smell. It was the...
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