The Golden Harbor
The banquet hall smelled of beeswax and old blood. Margaret stood by the window. The glass was cold against her cheek. Outside, the city of Oakhaven slept under a blanket of frost. Inside, the air was thick with breath and perfume. They were all there. The neighbors. The elders. The faces she had known for forty years. They wore their best clothes. They smiled. It was a cruel smile. "Look at...
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