The Wistful Dinner

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2026-08-21 16:45:16 -

The soup was cold. It sat in the center of the table, a grey, congealed mound of potato and broth, steaming no longer, just sitting there like a dead thing. Margaret looked at it, then at the man across from her. He was drinking tea, the steam curling around his face, his eyes sharp and bright. "It’s burnt," he said. Not an accusation. Just a fact. "It’s old," Margaret replied. Her voice was...

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