The Wistful Dinner

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The banquet hall of the Ironworks was a cathedral of soot and steam, its vaulted ceiling lost in a haze that smelled of burning coal and wet wool. You stood at the center of it, a pillar of rigid stillness in a sea of swaying figures. The air was thick, oppressive, tasting of iron and the metallic tang of fear. Around you, the workers ate. They tore at bread with hands that had once been soft...

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