The Wistful Dinner

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The oak table stretched across the dining room like a spine, cold and unyielding under the weight of Elias’s elbows. He sat at the head, forty-two years old and hollowed out, staring at the wall where his father’s ghost resided. It was not a shape, but a stain, a shimmering blot of ink-black that pulsed with a slow, rhythmic hunger. The air in the house was thick, saturated with a scent of wet...

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