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The hall was loud. The air tasted of stale beer and sweat. Men sat at long tables. They drank deep. They laughed hard. Their voices were a wall. At the center stood a table. It was empty. No one sat there. On the table lay a white cloth. It was old. The edges were frayed. The fabric was thin. It looked like skin. No one touched it. It was a warning. Or a promise. Thomas stood by the wall. He...
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