The Wistful Dinner

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The cellar of the Ashworth estate smelled of damp earth and the slow, sweet rot of apples left too long in the dark. Thomas Bradshaw, the youngest of the household’s servants, knelt before a shelf of wooden crates, his hands trembling as he adjusted the position of a single, bruised fruit. It was not a task assigned by his master, nor one dictated by the rigid schedules that governed the life...

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