The Wistful Witness

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The feast of the Assize had concluded in a swirl of roasted swan and claret, the air in the great hall of the manor still thick with the scent of beeswax and the damp earth of the autumn rain that pressed against the high, narrow windows. Thomas Bradshaw stood by the hearth, his hands resting upon the heavy oak mantelpiece, watching the embers die down to a sullen, pulsing red. He was a man of...

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