The Distant Affair
The fire in the great hearth of the Hall of St. Jude’s burned with a ferocity that seemed to consume the very air, sending up plumes of black smoke that curled against the high, vaulted ceiling like the ghostly fingers of a praying deity, while the long oak table groaned under the weight of roasted boar, barrels of ale, and dishes of heavy cream and honey, creating a feast that was less a meal...
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