The Distant Nightmare
The chandelier hangs low. It is a cage of crystal. It cuts the air. The air is thick. It smells of wax. It smells of rot. You stand in the center. The floor is marble. It is cold. It bites your feet. You are barefoot. The silk of your tunic is heavy. It drags. You do not move. You wait. The room is full of men. They wear black. They wear white. They hold glasses. The glass is clear. The liquid...
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