The Distant Legend

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The banquet hall was a cathedral of rot, its vaulted ceiling lost in a haze of steam that tasted of copper and old sugar, and we sat around a table so long it seemed to curve into the horizon, surrounded by faces that were not quite faces but masks of wax and memory, while the food before us, piled high in silver platters that had once been bright but now tarnished to the color of a bruise,...

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