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The Great Hall of Ashworth Manor did not echo; it swallowed. It was a cavern of stone and shadow, where the air hung heavy with the scent of beeswax, damp wool, and the metallic tang of old blood. Outside, the rain lashed against the high, narrow windows like a thousand pale fingers begging to be let in. Inside, the feast had reached its zenith, a grotesque tableau of excess that seemed to defy...
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