The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The banquet hall was a cavern of gold leaf and suffocating velvet, the air thick with the scent of roasted pheasant and the heavy, cloying perfume of lilies that lined the long tables. I stood near the back, by the arched window where the November rain blurred the view of the manicured gardens, holding a glass of wine I had not tasted. Around me, the court of the Ministry hummed with the low,...

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