The Wistful Letter

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The feast was a riot of wax and wine, a blinding cacophony that shook the very stones of the High House. Candles guttered in iron sconces, throwing long, jagged shadows across the vaulted ceiling. The air was thick with the scent of roasting swan and heavy spiced ale. Margaret stood at the periphery of the grand hall, her hands clasped tightly before her apron. Her fingers were raw. The linen...

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