The Wistful Dinner

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2026-08-19 18:46:21 -

The glass was falling. I caught it. Or tried to. My fingers closed around the stem. The crystal shattered. Not with a sound. With a scream. It tore through the air. It tore through me. The pieces flew. Like shrapnel. Like stars. I stood there. Bleeding. The dining room was silent. The chandelier buzzed. Dust motes danced in the light. My father sat at the head of the table. He did not look up....

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