The Wistful Dinner

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The table is long. It stretches across the hall. You sit at the head. The plates are white. The knives are silver. The air smells of roasted lamb and old dust. You do not eat. You watch. Across the table, Thomas Bradshaw eats. He eats with his mouth open. He chews loudly. He wipes his mouth with his sleeve. He looks at you. He smiles. "Good, isn't it?" he says. His voice is thick. It rolls...

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