The Wistful Dinner

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The heavy oak table groaned under the weight of the silver, a sound like a bone snapping in a deep, frozen river. I sat at the head, my hands folded over the cold metal of the plate before me, watching the condensation bead on the crystal glasses and slide down in thin, trembling lines. It was a dinner for one, though the room was set for seven. The candles flickered, not from any draft, but...

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