The Wistful Dinner

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The iron gate of the Ashworth estate did not creak, for it had been oiled by hands that knew the value of silence, and I stood before it with my hands clasped so tightly around the silver-handled parasol that the bones of my knuckles whitened against the dark, polished wood. Inside, the garden was a tapestry of overgrown ivy and silent, grey stones, the kind of place where time seemed to pool...

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