The Wistful Witness

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The banquet hall of the old castle smelled of roasted pheasant and stale incense, a cloying perfume that hung heavy in the air like a shroud. You stood in the shadow of a marble column, your hands clasped behind your back, feeling the rough grain of the wooden staff you carried, though it was merely a prop for the stage, a symbol of authority you had long since ceased to command. Your eyes,...

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