The Wistful Dinner

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The ledger was bound in leather that had gone soft and gray with age, the spine cracked so that the pages shifted under my fingers like dry leaves. I held it in the cellar, the air thick with the smell of damp earth and the sour, metallic tang of the copper pot sitting on the iron stove. I was twelve years old, and I knew exactly what I was doing, a fact that felt heavy and solid in my chest,...

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