The Wistful Dinner
The glass shatters. Not with a bang, but with a sigh, a long, tearing exhale that fills the banquet hall with a cloud of glittering dust. You stand in the center of the room, your hands empty, your palms stinging from the effort of holding the weight. The chandelier above, a monstrosity of crystal and gilt iron, hangs by a single, fraying chain. It sways. You watch it sway. The guests do not...
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