The Faded Frequency

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The hall was full of smoke and the smell of roasted goose. Lord Ashworth stood at the head of the long table. His face was red. He held his cup high. He laughed. The sound was wet. It echoed off the stone walls. Thomas stood in the shadows. He wore the grey tunic of the King’s Guard. His hands were still. He watched the Lord drink. He watched the light catch the dust motes. The fire burned low....

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