The Wistful Dinner

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended curtain of grey water that blurred the boundary between the manicured lawns of Blackwood Manor and the churning sea beyond the cliffs. It was a Tuesday in late autumn, the kind of day where the light seemed to die before noon, leaving the stone walls of the house to drink the last of the warmth and then slowly, inevitably, freeze. Inside the...

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