The Wistful Dinner

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The ledger in the damp cellar of the Leitrim manor was blank, but Cormac Halloran’s hands were not, and the debt remained. He clutched his wife’s velvet shawl, the only thing left of her, its threads fraying into black smoke that smelled of wet peat and old iron. The air in the cellar was thick with the damp of the bog outside, a rain that had finally filled the dried wells after months of...

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