The Wistful Dinner

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The deed of sale lay in my palm, the paper brittle as the skin of a dried apple, its edges worn soft by four decades of handling. I held it over the gas stove, the blue flame licking the bottom corner, the heat radiating up through my fingertips, a sharp, stinging warmth that made me flinch. The kitchen was cold, a damp chill that seemed to seep out of the stone walls of the ancestral manor,...

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