The Distant Promise

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The banquet hall of Blackwood Manor does not smell of roasting meat or spiced wine, as the heralds promised when they sent the invitation across the moors, but of wet stone and the ancient, metallic tang of blood that has long since dried into the mortar, a scent that creeps into the back of your throat and sits there, heavy and cold, like a stone swallowed whole. You stand at the head of the...

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