The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The feast in the great hall of Ashworth Manor was not a celebration but a siege, a slow and suffocating accumulation of candlelight that seemed to press against the high vaulted ceilings, trapping the air in a amber suspension where the scent of roasted pheasant and spiced wine mingled with the heavy, metallic tang of unspoken grievances, and you sat at the far end of the long oak table, your...

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