The Wistful Witness
The hall smells of roasted goose and old stone. You are standing by the pillar. Your uniform is stiff. The gold braid on your epaulets catches the candlelight. It is a cold light. It is a sharp light. You do not move. You are a wall. You are a shadow. The guests laugh. The wine is red. It stains the crystal. It stains the fingers. You watch. You must watch. This is your duty. This is your...
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