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The Table Is Set

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Gwen

Anticipation has a taste. It's kind of metallic, quiet and lingering at the back of the throat like a warning you choose to swallow anyway. I woke up with that same anticipation. Not fear or dread but something sharper.

The house moved differently today. Albeit, subtly. The staff arrived earlier. The kitchen carried a low, constant hum. My mother supervised with careful enthusiasm, her attention shifting from menu to table settings to floral arrangements as though perfection could anchor s
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