The Wistful Dinner

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The house was breathing. I could hear it in the walls, a low, rhythmic expansion and contraction that matched the pulse of the war outside. We sat in the dining room. The table was set for four. Two places were empty. The chairs stood like silent sentinels, their spines curved in anticipation. I sat across from my wife. She did not look at me. Her eyes were fixed on the centerpiece, a single...

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