The Distant Affair
The banquet hall was vast. The air hummed. Candles burned low. Shadows lengthened. They stretched across the floor. They touched the tablecloth. The cloth was white. It was stained with wine. It was stained with time. Edward sat at the head. He wore black. He wore silence. His hands rested on the table. They were still. They were trembling. Only he knew this. No one else saw. The guests ate....
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