The Faded Bouquet
The banquet was a riot of silver and white, a sterile brightness that felt less like celebration and more like the interior of a surgical theater. We had gathered in the main hall of the Ashworth estate, the air thick with the scent of roasted pheasant and the cloying perfume of lilies that lined the long tables. There were thirty of us, all of us wearing the same dark suits, the same solemn...
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