The Wistful Incense

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The banquet hall smelled of roasted duck and expensive lies. Margaret stood at the edge of the table. She held her glass. Her hand did not shake. It never shook. Not anymore. The crystal caught the light from the chandelier. It fractured the beam into tiny, sharp stars. She watched them dance on the tablecloth. The cloth was white. It was so white it hurt to look at. It was the color of...

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