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Gas Lamp

The gas lamp casts a flickering gold-tinged light over the polished dining table, its brass fixture reflected in the silverware Litefoot obsessively arranges. Leela ignores it entirely, her attention locked on the knife in her hand and the space between them where trust once circulated but has long since thinned. The flame wavers with each careful inhale of gas, never quite settling as the silence between them stretches longer than the meal.
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