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The great hall of the manor house, which had once belonged to the old aristocracy and now belonged to no one in particular, was alive with the low, humming drone of conversation that sounded less like speech and more like the rustling of dry leaves under a heavy boot, a cacophony of silk and linen and the sharp, metallic tang of anxiety that clung to the air like smoke from a dying fire. Thomas...
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