The Wistful Dinner

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The clay bowl sat on the table between us, a simple, unglazed thing of red earth, heavy with the weight of everything we had not said. I held it in my hands, the rough texture biting into my palms, a tactile anchor in a world that had begun to dissolve into mist and shadow. It was the only object in the room that did not tremble with the unseen weight of our history. Outside, the rain lashed...

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