The Wistful Dinner

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The mist rolled in from the harbor of Dunmore not as a weather phenomenon, but as a physical weight, a grey wool blanket suffocating the gas lamps and the cobblestones of the quay. I stood on the edge of the pier, my fingers white-knuckled against the rusted iron railing, watching the water churn with a violence that defied the stillness of the air. In my hands, I held the jar. It was cracked....

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