The Wistful Witness

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"Did you eat?" The question hung in the air, sharp and cold. Thomas did not answer. He stared at the bowl. It was white. Porcelain. Empty. "I am not hungry," he said. His voice was a rusted hinge. Margaret sat across from him. Her hands were folded. They were still. They were white. Like bone. "You must eat," she said. "I cannot." "Look at me." He looked. Her eyes were dark. Deep wells. He saw...

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