The Wistful Dinner

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The hall smelled of roasted lamb and wet stone. It was a smell that clung to the teeth, thick and ancient. Margaret sat at the head of the table, though she did not feel like a head. She felt like a guest who had arrived too early and forgotten to leave. The candles flickered. Their light was amber, trapped in the heavy air. Around her, the guests ate. They laughed. The sound was sharp,...

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