The Distant Journey
The great hall of Ashworth Manor, with its vaulted ceilings and stone floors worn smooth by centuries of heavy boots, stood empty save for the two figures who occupied the long oak table, a silence so profound it seemed to possess a weight of its own, pressing down upon their shoulders like the accumulated dust of forgotten wars. Margaret Holloway sat at the head of the table, her hands folded...
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