The Distant Affair
The banquet hall of the manor house at Oakhaven, a sprawling Victorian relic of stone and ivy that had swallowed the English countryside whole, was lit by a hundred beeswax candles whose flames danced with the frantic, arrhythmic pulse of a dying star, casting long, trembling shadows across the faces of the assembled elite who had come to pay their respects to the late Lord Ashworth, a man...
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