The Wistful Dinner

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The fog rolled in from the harbor before dawn. It was thick. It tasted of salt and rot. Marek stood in the kitchen. He held a knife. The blade was dull. He had not sharpened it in weeks. He looked at his hands. They were steady. That was the problem. They should have been shaking. They were not. He was a man who had broken things. Not just objects. People. He had broken his own family. He had...

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