The Wistful Mirror

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The banquet hall smells of roasted lamb and stale wine. It is a smell that coats the back of your throat, a thick, cloying film that makes it hard to speak. You are standing near the tapestries, holding a goblet of wine that has turned brown in the cold air. The noise is a physical weight. It presses against your eardrums, a roar of clinking glass and raised voices. You are a clerk. You are not...

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