The Wistful Dinner

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The glass was not merely a vessel but a fragile architecture of light, held in my trembling hand as if it were the last shard of a mirror that had once reflected a face I no longer recognized. We were seated at the long table in the dining room of the old manor, a place where the air hung heavy with the scent of beeswax and the stale, metallic tang of old secrets, and the chandelier above us...

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