The Distant Clue
The great hall of the Ashworth estate, a structure of blackened oak and heavy stone that had stood since the reign of the first King William, groaned under the weight of the feast that had gathered us, a cacophony of clinking silver, the roar of wine being poured, and the breathless, anticipatory laughter of men who believed they were the architects of their own destiny, yet who were merely the...
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