The Wistful Dinner

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The car smells of ozone and old wool, a scent that clings to the upholstery like a ghost refusing to leave, and you are driving north through a landscape that has lost its color, the autumn leaves turning not to gold or rust but to a pale, sickly gray that mirrors the state of your own soul. You are Margaret Holloway, though to the people in the white suits who sit in the high-backed chairs of...

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