The Wistful Letter

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The feast is loud. It is a wall of sound. You sit in the shadow of the high table. The candlelight trembles on the stone walls. It dances like a trapped bird. The air is thick. It smells of roasted meat and old sweat. It smells of fear. You are the King’s Hand. You are the architect of his will. You have built this cage of stone and law. It is beautiful. It is cold. You watch the dancers. They...

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