The Distant Summer

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The feast was a riot of silver and wax, a blinding white that hurt the eyes of the old and the young alike. I sat at the far end of the long oak table in the hall of St. Jude’s, my hands trembling as I held a goblet of wine that had turned to vinegar in my mouth. The air was thick with the scent of roasted lamb, of beeswax candles, and of the heavy, cloying perfume of rose water that the maids...

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