The Golden Harbor
The banquet hall of St. Jude’s Academy for the Underprivileged, a sprawling Victorian edifice of decaying slate and ivy-choked brick, was a cathedral of false abundance. The air was thick with the scent of roasted pheasant and beeswax candles, a cloying sweetness that seemed to coat the tongue and settle in the lungs, suffocating the natural rhythm of breath. In the center of the room, beneath...
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