The Wistful Dinner

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The air in the parlor of the Holloway house tasted of copper and old ash. It was not a smell that belonged to a Tuesday evening in November, nor to the quiet, suburban town of Oakhaven, where the streets were lined with maples that had long since shed their leaves. It was the smell of a storm that had been trapped inside a bottle for a century. Margaret Holloway stood at the center of the room,...

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