The Wistful Dinner

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The iron pot sat on the hearth. It was black. It was heavy. It had not held soup in years. It held silence now. Elias stood before it. His hands shook. The fire crackled low. The smoke smelled of pine and ash. He was a man who had broken the law. He was a man who had stolen from his own kin. The village called him a thief. The magistrate called him a criminal. Elias called himself a fool. He...

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