The Distant Affair
The banquet hall was a cathedral of light, its vaulted ceiling lost in a haze of chandelier glare that seemed to dissolve the very concept of shadow. We sat at the long oak table, the wood dark and polished to a mirror sheen, reflecting the faces of the nobility who moved through the room like ghosts in silk. I was seated at the far end, a place reserved for those who were tolerated but never...
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