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April I

Without Blinking

A Golden Laced Wyandotte rooster in a midnight navy velvet dinner jacket and white bow tie seated at the head of a candlelit mahogany dining table, silver candelabras glowing behind him, direct unwavering gaze into camera

He had told the entire table, with the composure of a man reviewing a wine list, that the plans had changed. They hadn't, of course. But the pleasure was never in the reveal — it was in the forty-five seconds of absolute silence that preceded it.

1 April 2026