The Wistful Dinner

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2026-08-17 22:09:56 -

The factory whistle screamed at noon. It tore the sky open. A jagged, white wound. The smoke rose. Thick. Black. It coiled around the chimney like a snake eating its tail. Margaret Holloway stood in the queue. She held her lunch pail. Her hands shook. Not from cold. The air was still. The air was heavy. It smelled of iron and rot. She was not hungry. She was never hungry. The foreman, Mr....

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