The Distant Journey

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The table groaned under the weight of the feast. It was a grotesque sprawl of porcelain and silver, a landscape of excess that seemed to vibrate with its own dangerous energy. Margot sat at the head, her spine a rigid wire, her eyes scanning the room with the cold precision of a hawk. She was the daughter of the house, and the house was dying. Or rather, she was dying, and the house was merely...

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