The Distant Summer

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The banquet hall glows. Candles flicker. You eat. You drink. The wine is sweet. It stains your teeth. You are young. You are hungry. You are not yet the man who looks for things. You are just a boy at a table. The table is long. It stretches into the dark. The dark is deep. It is thick. It smells of wax and rot. You look up. The ceiling is high. It is made of stone. The stone is old. It has...

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