The Wistful Voyage

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2026-08-19 18:59:44 -

"You broke it." The voice is small. It does not shout. It hangs in the air of the kitchen, thin as smoke, cutting through the steam rising from the pot of broth. I look down at my hands. They are red. Not with blood, but with the dye of the beetroot, deep in the creases of my knuckles, stained into the whorls of my fingerprints. In my left hand, I hold the ceramic bowl. It is shattered. Three...

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