Dressed in his faded blues, he came to honor a fallen brother, only to be thrown out by suits and ceremony. But a distant rumble on the horizon was about to announce the arrival of the only family that mattered.
The air in the grand hall was thick and heavy, tasting of money and floor polish. It was the kind of manufactured reverence you find in places that have forgotten what true reverence feels like. Chandeliers dripped light like frozen tears onto the assembled crowd below, a sea of dark suits and shimmering dresses, their…
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