The Wistful Dinner

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The soup was thin, a pale, trembling liquid that held no weight in the silver bowl, much like the memory of the man who had once cooked it. Elias sat at the head of the long oak table, the wood dark and polished by decades of silent service, and watched the steam rise in a wisp that smelled of bay leaf and old copper. In this place, the air did not behave as it should. It hung thick and...

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