The Wistful Dinner

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The silverware gleamed under the chandelier, cold and bright as stars trapped in glass. You sat at the head of the long oak table, the wood worn smooth by generations of hands, yet tonight it felt like a slab of stone. The room was warm, suffocating with the scent of roasted pheasant and beeswax. Your brother, Julian, sat to your left. He wore his Sunday suit, the one with the faint tear at the...

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