The Distant Promise

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2026-08-20 00:31:37 -

The banquet hall of the Institute did not smell of food. It smelled of wet stone, old paper, and the metallic tang of ozone. It smelled like a tomb that had recently been opened. Margaret sat at the head of the long oak table. The table stretched out into the dark, disappearing into a fog that seemed to rise from the floor itself. There were no other guests. Only the chairs. Hundreds of them....

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