The Distant Ghost
The feast had been going on for three days when the silence finally became louder than the music. We were gathered in the great hall of Ashworth Manor, a place where the stone walls seemed to breathe with the cold of centuries, and the air was thick with the scent of roasted lamb, spiced wine, and the heavy, cloying perfume of lilies that lined every table. I sat at the far end, away from the...
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