The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The banquet hall smelled of roasted lamb and wet wool, a thick, cloying aroma that hung in the air like a physical weight. We were crowded into the long stone room, perhaps thirty of us, our breath fogging in the chill that seeped through the ancient masonry. It was a modern celebration, or at least it claimed to be, with strings of fairy lights draped over the exposed brickwork and a speaker...

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