The Wistful Show
The banquet hall of the Whitmore estate was a cavern of gold leaf and shadow, where the air hung thick with the scent of roasted pheasant and the heavy, cloying perfume of lilies. It was a place designed to swallow men whole, a gilded cage where the social hierarchies of the old world were enforced not by iron bars, but by the subtle, crushing weight of expectation. Arthur, a junior clerk in...
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