The Wistful Dinner

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The knife slipped. It slipped into the meat, then deeper, into the bone, then into the silence of the room. Margaret did not pull it out. She watched the red well up, slow and thick, like a secret kept too long. Her husband, Thomas, sat across from her. He did not look up. He was chewing. The sound was wet. The sound was final. It was the feast day. The town of Oakhaven was small, a cluster of...

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