The Distant Affair

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The feast was a riot of silver and wax, the air thick enough to chew, saturated with the scent of roasted boar and the heavy, cloying sweetness of honeyed plums that clung to the back of the throat like a lie, while Lord Ashworth stood at the head of the long oak table, his face a mask of polished, brittle authority, surrounded by knights who laughed too loud and drank too deep, their armor...

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