Where memory is fed, grief has a place to sit, and no one dines alone. Guest of the Evening: Aleister Crowley Menu: Spiced lamb, absinthe, opium-laced honey, and deviled eggs carved with planetary glyphs The SummoningHe doesn’t enter. He appears ~ as if conjured from a torn page of an ancient grimoire, or from the ash beneath a temple’s long-forgotten flame. Cloaked in black velvet trimmed…