The Distant Legend

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The banquet hall smelled of roasted pheasant and old stone. It was a smell that clung to the skin, heavy and cloying, like the scent of a hospital ward after a long shift. Julian sat at the far end of the table, his hands resting on the mahogany. His right hand was different. The fingers were long, elegant, and perfectly still, but they did not belong to him. They were the hands of his father,...

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