The Wistful Dinner

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The feast was already in decline. Maren sat at the head of the long table. Her hands were still. They rested on the white linen, pale as bone. Around her, the guests laughed. They ate. The silverware clinked. The sound was sharp. It cut the air. She did not eat. She watched. The light in the hall was dim. Candles burned low. Shadows stretched. They pooled in the corners. They reached for her....

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