The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The heavy silver tureen had not been touched, its lid resting slightly askew to reveal a slow, hypnotic swirl of golden broth that seemed to pulse with a light entirely its own, a luminescence that defied the dim, gas-lit gloom of the Grand Hall where the elite of the city had gathered for the Annual Charity Gala, a night where the air was thick not merely with the scent of roasted pheasant and...

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