The Wistful Dinner
The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, gray sheet that turned the roads into brown slush and filled the air with the metallic taste of damp earth and old stone. Margaret walked with her head down, her boots squelching in the puddles that collected along the curb of the narrow lane leading to the estate, the rhythmic splash of the water the only sound in a world that felt...
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