The Wistful Silence

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The chandelier above the long table is made of blown glass, each teardrop suspended by a wire so fine it seems to vanish into the air. You are standing at the head of the table, or perhaps near it, the distinction blurred by the haze of your own presence. The room is thick with the scent of roasted pheasant and beeswax, a heavy, cloying atmosphere that settles in the throat. This is the feast,...

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