The Wistful Dinner

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2026-08-19 12:43:40 -

The rain did not fall; it was thrown. It struck the window of the moving vehicle with a violence that felt personal, as if the sky were trying to break in to demand a debt. I sat in the back seat, my knees pressed together, watching the grey blur of the Scottish highlands dissolve into a monochrome nightmare. Beside me, Margaret held my hand. Her fingers were cold, stiff with a fear that had...

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