The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The banquet hall smelled of roasted pheasant and old stone. We were many, seated at long tables that curved like the ribs of a ship, yet the silence between us was heavy as lead. I sat near the door, watching the dust motes dance in the shafts of moonlight that cut through the high windows. I was not a guest of honor. I was the accused. The air was thick with whispers, not about the food, but...

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