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After the explosion in Baltimore, the entire harbor seemed filmed with tarnish. The office buildings, the cruise ships, the pavilions. All the visitors with their strollers and wheelchairs frozen in time.
The spoon was tarnished as her soul. Now that's a cliche. But cliches can be comforting, and the thought of his soul black as the old silver spoon was a comfort of a black sort.