The Distant Nightmare

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The air in the great hall was thick with the scent of roasted pheasant and stale wine. It was a smell that had no season, clinging to the velvet drapes and the polished mahogany tables like a ghost. Edward Ashworth sat at the far end of the long table, his hands folded tightly in his lap. He was a small man, unremarkable in his dark suit, but his posture was rigid, as if he were holding his...

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