The Faded Sutra
The feast was a riot of roasted boar and spiced wine, the air thick with the smoke of a hundred tallow candles and the heavy perfume of lavender used to mask the scent of unwashed bodies. In the Great Hall of Ashworth Manor, the lords and ladies of the county sat in tiered rows, their laughter ringing off the stone walls like the clatter of dropped silver. At the far end of the table, where the...
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