The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The banquet hall smelled of ozone and stale lavender. The air was thick. Heavy. It pressed against my lungs. I breathed shallowly. The rhythm was set. Inhale. Exhale. The protocol demanded precision. I was a soldier of the court. A keeper of the seal. My duty was clear. My duty was absolute. I stood at the edge of the dais. The marble was cold under my boots. The crowd was a sea of silk and...

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