The Distant Legend

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The table groaned under the weight of silver and bone. It was a feast for the eyes, a grotesque mirror of our poverty. I sat at the head, not by right of blood, but by right of debt. The candles were tallow, thick and yellow, dripping wax like slow tears onto the white linen. The smell was heavy. Roast goose. Root vegetables. The cloying scent of rose water my mother forced into the air to mask...

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