The Faded Paradox
The banquet hall of the Abbey of St. Jude’s, a crumbling sanctuary of stone and ivy perched upon the jagged cliffs of the North Sea coast, glowed with the amber light of a thousand beeswax tapers. It was a feast of such opulent excess that the air itself seemed to thicken with the scent of roasted swan, saffron, and the heavy, cloying perfume of lilies of the valley, yet beneath this sensory...
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