The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The hall was warm with the breath of three hundred men. The air hung thick, a tangible weight composed of sweat, roasted meat, and the sharp, metallic tang of fear. Sir Thomas Ashworth sat at the high table, his hands resting on the oak. He watched the cups being filled. The wine was dark, almost black in the dim torchlight. It swirled in the clay vessels with a slow, hypnotic viscosity. He did...

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