The Wistful Dinner

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The hall smelled of rot and rosin. It was a thick, cloying scent that clung to the throat, a physical weight in the air of the old mill house. We were gathered for the Feast of the Hollow, a night when the village of Oakhaven let its guard down and looked into the dark water of the river to see what swam beneath. I was twelve. I sat at the long oak table, my hands clasped over a plate of grey...

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