The Wistful Dinner

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"Your hand trembles, Thomas." I looked down. The silver spoon shook in my grip. It was a small tremor. A flutter. Like a bird caught in the rafters of a cathedral. I set the spoon down on the porcelain plate. The sound was sharp. It cut the silence. Lord Ashworth sat across from me. He did not look at me. He looked at the window. The window looked out onto the moor. The moor was black. The rain...

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