The Distant Promise

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The air in the Hall of Whispers was thick enough to chew, a sticky, sweet rot that clung to the back of the throat and tasted of copper and old wine. We were many, a sea of velvet and silk, swaying in the dim, flickering light of a hundred beeswax candles that burned with a low, mournful hum. I sat at the edge of the table, my fingers laced tightly around the stem of a glass of wine I did not...

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