The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The banquet hall smells of roasted pheasant and old dust, a scent that has seeped into the velvet drapes and the polished mahogany tables of the Hall of Mirrors. You sit at the far end of the long table, your hands folded in your lap, waiting for the noise to settle. It does not settle. It rises, a low hum of silverware against porcelain, of glasses clinking, of voices speaking in that precise,...

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