The Wistful Voyage

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The banquet hall smelled of roasted pheasant and expensive decay. It was a scent that clung to the velvet drapes and the polished mahogany of the long tables, a heavy, cloying perfume that felt less like food and more like a sedative. I sat at the end of the table, my fingers white-knuckled around a crystal goblet of wine that had turned to vinegar in the heat of the room. Around me, the senior...

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