The Wistful Dinner

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You dream of the stone, always the stone, not as a monument to victory but as a wound that refuses to close, and in the dream the mortar is wet and cold against your fingers, a substance that feels less like lime and sand and more like the dried blood of a thousand small, unnoticed sacrifices. You are standing in the narthex of St. Jude’s, the church that stands on the hill above the village of...

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