The Wistful Dinner

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The table was long enough to hold a war, and you were sitting at the head of it, your spine curved like a bowstring drawn to its breaking point. The air in the banquet hall was thick, not with the scent of roasted pheasant or the heavy cream of the brandy being poured by the silent servers, but with the metallic taste of anticipation. You could feel it on your tongue, a cold film that no amount...

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