The Distant Garden

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The banquet hall smelled of roasted duck and old paper. Candles flickered in the iron sconces. The wax pooled and hardened. It looked like tears. Or blood. It was just wax. I watched it drip. Sir Aldous sat at the head of the table. He was tall. His spine was a rod. He held his fork with military precision. He did not eat. He cut. Slice by slice. The meat turned grey. I sat opposite him. I am...

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