The Faded Chronicle

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The banquet was loud. It was a wall of noise, thick with the smell of roasted pork and stale beer. We sat in the long hall of the Union, the air heavy with tobacco and sweat. I watched the steam rise from my plate. It curled into the dim light like a ghost trying to leave the room. My wife, Elara, sat across from me. She did not eat. She held her fork like a weapon, pointing it at the...

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