The Wistful Dinner

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The copper bowl sat on the table, tarnished by time and the salt air of the harbor, its rim worn smooth by generations of hands that had held it not with reverence, but with necessity. Elara stood before it in the dim light of the workshop, the only light source being the single oil lamp that flickered against the damp stone walls. She did not touch it. To touch it was to acknowledge it, and to...

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