The Wistful Dinner

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The fire does not start with a spark. It starts with a sound. A low, wet tear in the air, like silk ripping in a dark room. You are standing in the kitchen of your father’s estate. The smell is not smoke. It is iron. It is old blood. It is the scent of the earth turning over to swallow what lies beneath. You look at your hands. They are trembling. Not from cold. The air is thick, heavy,...

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