The Distant Garden

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The banquet hall smelled of roasted goose and old money, a thick, cloying perfume that seemed to settle into the pores of the skin like damp wool. I stood near the heavy velvet drapes, clutching a glass of wine I did not want to drink, watching the light from the chandeliers fracture against the crystal and scatter across the faces of the faculty, the administrators, and the few genuine...

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