The Wistful Dinner

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The road was red. It was wet. It was endless. Margaret walked. Her boots sank. The mud pulled. She pulled back. The distance to the Hall was miles. The miles were heavy. The air was thin. It tasted of iron. It tasted of old stone. She carried a basket. The basket was empty. It was not empty. It held weight. It held memory. It held the ghost of a meal. Margaret was a woman of the floor. She...

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