The Distant Legend

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The porcelain bowl sat on the mantelpiece, its rim chipped, the glaze worn thin by decades of handling, a white eye staring blankly at the dust motes dancing in the afternoon light. I held it now in my hands, feeling the cold weight of it, the smooth, eroded surface that had once held the thick, creamy soup my mother used to make, the only food that seemed to possess a soul in this house of...

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