The Wistful Dinner

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The dream began with the smell of wet wool and old copper. Margaret stood in the hallway of her house. The walls were breathing. Not metaphorically. The plaster expanded and contracted with a slow, wet rhythm. In, out. In, out. She watched the ceiling fan turn. It moved backward. The air in the room was thick, like syrup. She knew she was dreaming. She knew because the pain in her left knee was...

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