The Wistful Letter

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The banquet hall of the old manor was a tomb of gold leaf and rot, the air thick with the scent of decaying lilies and the metallic tang of ozone. You sat at the head of the table, though you knew you did not belong there. The other guests were shadows, translucent and humming with a low, subsonic frequency that vibrated in your teeth. They wore the clothes of a century past, silk and velvet,...

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