The Distant Promise

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2026-08-17 18:34:10 -

The feast was a lie. It was a gilded cage of smoke and oil, a hallucination of abundance built upon the bones of the starving. Thomas sat at the head of the long table. He did not eat. He could not. The meat was gray. The wine was vinegar. The guests were shadows. They smiled with teeth like broken glass. They whispered. They watched. Thomas held his hand. The hand was his own. It was also a...

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