The Distant Summer

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You are sitting at the head of the table. The room is too large. The chandelier above you is too bright. It burns with a cold, white ferocity that strips the color from the faces around you. You count them. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Twelve chairs. Twelve people. You are the twelfth. The food is cold. The wine is stale. You taste ash in your...

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