The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The banquet hall smells of roasted goose and old wood. The air is thick, heavy with the heat of two hundred bodies pressed close. You sit at the head of the table, though you are no longer the one who leads. The gold leaf on the chair back is peeling, flaking under your thumb like dry skin. You watch the candlelight tremble. It dances on the faces of the men around you. They are smiling. The...

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