The Wistful Dinner

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The soup had been simmering for six hours. It was a thick, pale slurry, the color of old milk left in a warm room, and it smelled of boiled bones and something sharper, metallic, like the air before a thunderstorm. Elias sat at the head of the long oak table in the dining hall of the Ashworth estate, the wood worn smooth by generations of hands that had never been his. He was not a guest here,...

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