The Distant Nightmare

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The banquet hall smelled of damp wool and roasting goose. It was a smell that clung to the hair and settled in the teeth. Margaret stood at the edge of the room. She held a glass of wine. The liquid was red. It looked like blood. She did not drink. The hall was full. Men in dark suits. Women in silk. The lights were low. They hummed. The music was loud. It vibrated in the floorboards. Margaret...

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