The Wistful Voyage

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The soup was red. It was the color of arterial blood, thick and glossy, pooling in the bottom of the ceramic bowls that lined the long table in the community hall. Margaret stood behind the table, her apron stained with the residue of the day’s labor. The steam rose in spirals, carrying the scent of rosemary, garlic, and something else. Something metallic. Something that tasted of the deep...

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