The Distant Ghost
The banquet hall of the Keep at Blackwood was a cavern of stone and shadow, illuminated only by the guttering tallow of a hundred candles that trembled against the drafts seeping through the mortar. The air was thick with the scent of roasted venison, spiced wine, and the underlying, metallic tang of blood that had not yet been scrubbed from the flags of the soldiers who guarded the perimeter....
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