The Distant Legend

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The banquet hall was not a room but a feeling, a heavy, suffocating warmth that pressed against your skin like a wet wool blanket. You stood in the center of it, your shirt unbuttoned to the second eyelet, your hands trembling not from cold but from a vibration that seemed to originate in the marrow of your bones. The tables stretched out in an endless, curving arc, covered in white linens that...

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