The Wistful Dinner

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Mara sat at the table. The wood was cold. It was old oak. It had been in the house for three generations. The house stood on a hill. The fog rolled in from the valley. It was thick. It was gray. It smelled of wet stone. Mara looked at the plate. The plate was white. The food was dark. It was stew. It was thick. It was heavy. She did not eat. She stared at it. The spoon lay beside the plate. It...

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