The Faded Photograph

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2026-08-19 02:48:02 -

The banquet hall smelled of roasted pheasant and stale wax, a thick, cloying scent that seemed to settle in the back of my throat like a stone. I sat at the far end of the long oak table, a place of honor that felt less like a prize and more like a trap. The candles flickered, casting long, dancing shadows that stretched across the polished floor, reaching for the edges of the room where the...

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