The Wistful Letter

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The banquet hall of the Ashworth Manor did not smell of decay, as one might expect from a house that had stood empty for three centuries, but of sharp, cold lavender and the metallic tang of old blood that had long since dried into the floorboards. You sat at the head of the table, though you were not the master of the house, nor the guest of honor, but merely the clerk who had been sent to...

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