The Wistful Dinner

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2026-08-18 03:04:49 -

The fog rolls in from the coast. It is thick. It tastes of salt and rot. You sit alone in the dining room. The table is set for two. One plate is yours. The other is empty. Your mother’s place. You do not eat. You watch the steam rise from your untouched food. It curls like a ghost. Like a lie. The clock on the mantel ticks. Tick. Tick. Tick. Each second is a nail in the coffin of your sanity....

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