The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The oak table groaned under the weight of the silver. It was a heavy sound. A low, tectonic shudder that traveled up through the legs of the chair and into my spine. I did not look down. I looked at Margaret. She was laughing. It was a bright, brittle sound. The kind of laugh that shatters glass. "Another toast, Arthur," she said. Her voice was steady. Her eyes were wet. The room was full. Too...

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