The Wistful Witness

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The feast was a wound. Candlelight bled into the shadows of the Great Hall. The air was thick with smoke and roasted meat. Sir Thomas Ashworth sat at the high table. He held his plate. He did not eat. His hands were still. They were the hands of a soldier. They had held swords. They had held the necks of men. Now they held nothing. The hall was loud. Knights laughed. They clinked cups. The...

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