The Faded Portrait

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You are standing in the kitchen, holding a spoon that is too heavy for your hand. The wood of the table is dark and worn, polished by the elbows of generations who sat here before you, women who did not speak much and did not ask for much. The air smells of wet wool and stale bread. Outside, the wind is tearing at the eaves of the house, a low, continuous moan that sounds like a warning you...

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