The Wistful Dinner

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"The soup is cold," Margaret said, her voice a thin wire stretched across the silent room. She did not look at her brother, Thomas, but at the bowl in her lap. The ceramic was chipped, a jagged white fracture running from the rim to the base, a scar she had inflicted upon it years ago in a fit of temper that now seemed as distant and strange as a dream. The broth inside had congealed into a...

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