The Wistful Dinner

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The wind smelled of iron and old rain. You left the castle gate behind you. The iron bars clanged once, a dull sound swallowed by the hollow air. You did not look back. You knew what waited inside. Margaret was there. She would be waiting by the hearth. She would be wearing the blue dress. She would look at the empty space where you stood and wonder why the air tasted of salt. You walked into...

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