The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The banquet hall smelled of roasted pheasant and expensive wine, a cloying sweetness that coated the back of my throat and made it difficult to breathe. I sat at the head of the long mahogany table, the Senior Warden’s sash heavy on my chest, while Director Vane stood at the far end, raising a glass of amber liquid to the chandelier light. He smiled, a tight, practiced expression that did not...

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