The Distant Whispers

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The feast was a riot of noise and heat, a thick, suffocating air that smelled of roasted boar, stale beer, and the damp wool of a hundred bodies pressed together in the great hall of Oakhaven. Margaret Holloway sat at the long trestle table, her hands buried in her lap, watching the candlelight flicker against the soot-stained beams overhead. She had come to this town, this small, crumbling...

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