The Distant Machine
The candlelight in the Great Hall of Ashworth Manor did not so much illuminate the room as it conspired with the shadows to keep the truth at bay, casting long, trembling distortions against the stone walls where the tapestries hung like heavy, silent witnesses to the sins of our fathers, while I stood at the edge of the feast, my hand resting on the hilt of my sword not in threat but in a...
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