The Distant Journey

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The roast beef sat cold on the platter, its fat congealing into a pale, waxy skin that mirrored the stagnant air of the dining hall. You did not eat. You sat with your hands folded in your lap, the starch of your white cuffs stiff against your skin, a physical reminder of the rules that governed your every breath. The chandeliers above swung gently in a draft that seemed to come from nowhere,...

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