The Wistful Dinner

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The air in the dining room of the Ashworth estate did not smell of roasted duck or truffles, but of ozone and wet earth, a scent that clung to the back of Eleanor’s throat like a persistent lie, and as she sat at the head of the long mahogany table, she felt the weight of the chandelier above her not as a decorative burden but as a physical pressure, a celestial eye blinking down with cold,...

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