The Distant Legend
The hall smelled of roasted duck and stale perfume, a thick, cloying air that seemed to settle in the lungs and refuse to leave. We were packed tight into the banquet hall of the Meridian Institute, a grand, decaying structure of stone and iron that had once housed the city’s most ambitious industrialists. Now, it was a museum of memory, a place where men like me went to be seen, to be judged,...
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