The Wistful Dinner

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The soup is cold. You know it is cold because the skin has set on the surface, a tight, oily film that smells of rendered fat and old iron. You do not drink it. You just look at it. It sits in a chipped ceramic bowl, a dark, opaque circle in the center of the table. The room is small, damp with the breath of the wood stove that hisses in the corner, a low, rhythmic sound like a sleeping animal....

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