The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The banquet hall was a cavern of suspended judgment, where the air tasted of stale wine and the heavy, metallic scent of old secrets. I sat at the head of the long oak table, a position that felt less like honor and more like a noose, while the other diners—a motley crew of colleagues, rivals, and those who claimed kinship through shared blood or shared silence—passed plates of roasted pheasant...

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