The Wistful Dinner

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The ledger on the desk was open to the page for November, and I was counting the hours I had worked that week, tallying them against the pence owed to the mill’s night shift, when the temperature in the room dropped by a degree that had nothing to do with the wind. My father sat across from me, his back against the wing chair, his face a map of hollows and grey skin, and he looked at the silver...

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