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... of me. I am at the place of honor, where the “pater familias”, the father, should sit. This isn’t normal. The dishes are not normal. They shimmer in the semi-darkness like red-hot embers.
“It… It sure does aunt Sara!”
“Does it now?” she replies with a smirk, “Well then, should we start?”
Her eyes are not the usual grey. They are as dark as the place between the stars and just as empty. My right hand is drawn forward to a fork by the manacle. I cannot resist. When I make contact ...
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