The Distant Legend
The bell tower did not ring for the feast, but for the funeral, a sound so low and heavy it seemed to vibrate in the marrow of the bones of everyone gathered in the great hall. It was a sound that stripped away the pretense of the velvet drapes and the polished oak tables, leaving only the raw, exposed truth of their presence. Thomas Bradshaw sat at the long table, his hands resting flat on the...
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