The Wistful Letter

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The banquet hall of the Iron Citadel smelled of roasted venison, stale ale, and the heavy, cloying perfume of night-blooming jasmine that had been crushed into the floorboards to ward off the spirits of the dead. It was a feast for the living, or so the banners proclaimed, yet the air was thick with a silence that pressed against the eardrums like a deep water pressure. I sat at the high table,...

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