The Wistful Mirror

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The banquet was not a celebration but a siege, a sprawling, suffocating tableau of silver platters and roasted geese that stretched across the long, vaulted hall of the Ashworth estate, where the air was thick with the scent of burning tallow and the metallic tang of old blood, and I sat at the far end of the table, my fingers wrapped tightly around a goblet of wine that tasted of rust and...

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