The Distant Promise

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The chandelier hung low. It was a cage of crystal. It wept light onto the table. Arthur stood at the edge. He watched the room. The room watched him. It was a hall of power. Old stone. New gold. The air was thick. It smelled of wax and sweat. It smelled of fear. He held a glass. He did not drink. His hand trembled. He was a prisoner. Not in chains. In duty. In silence. In the weight of the name...

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