The Golden Visit
The chandelier above the banquet table drips light like honey, thick and golden, catching the dust motes that dance in the stale air. You stand by the edge of the long oak table, your hand resting on the cold marble pillar, feeling the familiar tick of your watch against your wrist. The Ministry of Antiquities celebrates the upcoming royal visit with a feast that tastes of overripe grapes and...
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