The Faded Road
The chandelier above the long oak table was a web of crystal, catching the light from the hundred tallow candles and scattering it into a thousand fragile, trembling stars across the marble floor. I stood at the periphery of the feast, a shadow in a world of light, watching Lord Ashworth raise his goblet. The air was thick with the scent of roasted pheasant, spiced wine, and the cloying...
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