The Wistful Dinner

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The rain did not fall so much as it settled, a fine, persistent mist that clung to the cobblestones of the Whitehall courtyard and seeped into the marrow of the standing stones. It was a dampness that had no beginning and no end, a grey veil that obscured the sharp edges of the world and softened the distinction between the living and the merely enduring. Margaret stood by the high, arched...

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