The Distant Whispers

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The great hall of Blackwood Manor smelled of roasted boar and old wood, a scent that had seeped into the very stones over three centuries. It was a feast for the eyes and the stomach, a display of abundance that felt almost obscene against the grey rain lashing the high, narrow windows. I sat at the far end of the long table, my hands wrapped around a mug of ale that had gone cold, watching the...

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