The Faded Portrait

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The hall was thick with the smell of roasted lamb and the sharp, metallic tang of spilled wine, a heavy atmosphere that pressed against the skin like a damp wool blanket. I stood at the edge of the crowd, my uniform immaculate but feeling like a second skin that had grown too tight, the gold braiding on my shoulders catching the flickering light of the chandeliers. It was a night of...

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