The Faded Quadrant

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The hall smelled of roasted duck and cold stone. It was a smell that clung to the wool of my uniform, a heavy, greasy scent that marked the evening as a failure before the first course was even cleared. I stood near the pillars, my hands clasped behind my back, watching the chandeliers sway slightly with the draft from the open windows. The air was thick. The voices were a low roar, a static...

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