The Distant Affair

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The feast was not held in a hall of stone, but in the belly of a ship that had forgotten how to sink. You remember the smell of salt curdling into vinegar, the way the lanterns swung on chains that seemed to vibrate with a frequency only you could hear. The air was thick, a physical thing, pressing against your skin like wet wool. Around you, the crew moved with a mechanical grace, their faces...

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