The Wistful Dinner

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The fire in the hearth did not burn; it ate. It consumed the oak logs of the old manor with a silence that was louder than any roar, turning the heartwood into ash and memory. I sat at the head of the long table, the only guest, the only host, the only one who remembered the weight of the silverware. The house was breathing, a slow, rhythmic expansion and contraction of timber and stone, a...

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