The Wistful Dinner

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The bell tower of St. Jude’s had not rung in three days. I woke to the silence. It was a thick, woolen silence that pressed against the windowpanes of my cottage on the hill. Outside, the mist clung to the cobblestones of the village square, erasing the edges of the world. I did not open my eyes. I lay still, feeling the cold seep through the linen sheets. In the dream, I had been back in the...

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