The Wistful Silence

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The banquet hall of the Ashworth estate did not smell of roasting meat or spiced wine, but of ozone and wet iron. It was a Tuesday in November, 1893, and the chandeliers, hung with crystals that had once belonged to a Russian Tsar, flickered with a light that seemed to pulse in time with the heartbeat of the room. Young Thomas, barely twelve, sat at the far end of the long mahogany table, his...

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