The Faded Photograph

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The air in the Great Hall tasted of iron and wet wool, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat as the crystal chandeliers swung overhead, their light fractured into a thousand jagged shards that danced upon the polished mahogany floor, a chaotic, blinding rhythm that mirrored the pounding of my heart against the ribs of my uniform. We were there to dine with the Lord of the Manor, a...

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