The Wistful Asylum

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The hall of the keep was thick with the smoke of tallow candles and the heavy, cloying scent of roasted venison, a suffocating perfume that seemed to settle into the very stones and cling to the woolen tunics of the assembled knights, masking the underlying chill that seeped up from the damp earth below. Sir Julian Ashworth sat at the far end of the long table, his hand resting idly on the...

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