The Wistful Dinner

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The moon did not rise that night; it was already there, a pale, jagged scar in the sky, watching. Julian stood alone in the high tower of the palace, the glass floor trembling beneath his bare feet. The air was thin and tasted of ozone and old dust. Below, the court was a sea of black velvet and silver light, a churning mass of ambition that he had once led. Now, he was a ghost in his own skin,...

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