The Faded Chronicle
The champagne flutes in the chandelier were trembling, not from the weight of the liquid inside them but from the sheer, vibrating tension of the room, a frequency that seemed to hum in the marrow of my bones as I stood in the center of the banquet hall, surrounded by the hollow laughter of men who had once called me brother and now watched me with the predatory patience of wolves waiting for...
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