The Wistful Dinner

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The door burst open. It didn’t knock. It shattered. Glass rained onto the hardwood floor of the dining room. A cold draft from the November night rushed in, smelling of wet pine and diesel. It smelled like the outside world. It smelled like freedom. Mara stood by the window. Her back was to the broken door. She was holding a plate. The plate was white. It was empty. "Get out," said a voice. The...

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