The Distant Affair

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The feast was not of food. It was of silence. In the Hall of Echoes, the tables stretched into the dark, covered in cloth so white it seemed to glow with its own sick light. The guests sat in rows. They did not eat. They did not speak. They simply waited. Their faces were smooth, featureless masks of pale clay, worn by men who had forgotten their names. Arthur sat at the far end. He was the...

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