The Faded Shield
The banquet hall of the White House, stripped of its usual frantic energy and replaced by a silence so heavy it felt like a physical weight pressing against the eardrums, was lit by chandeliers that seemed to drip with frozen gold, casting long, distorted shadows across the polished marble floor where the debris of a celebration that had not quite happened lay scattered like the shards of a...
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