The Wistful Dinner

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The hall smelled of boiled cabbage and old wool. It was a heavy, damp scent that clung to the throat. Lord Ashworth stood at the head of the table. He did not eat. He watched the food. The candles burned low. The wax dripped in thick, yellow tears onto the silver tray. Margaret sat at the far end. She was the Head Cook. She had been for forty years. Her hands were rough. They were like tree...

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