The Wistful Witness

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The oak table groaned under the weight of the feast. It was a heavy, dark wood, seasoned by decades of our family’s silences. We ate in a quiet, rhythmic hum, the clink of silver against porcelain sounding like distant, polite warnings. My father sat at the head, his posture rigid, a monument to a duty he could no longer feel but only perform. He ate methodically. He did not look at me. He...

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