The Distant Joke
The feast was a riot of roasted boar and spiced wine, the long hall of the manor house of Ashworth filled with the thick, cloying scent of tallow candles and the heavy, metallic tang of blood from the butchery block, a smell that seemed to settle into the very grain of the ancient oak beams overhead as the guests laughed with a raucous, unchecked abandon that felt less like joy and more like a...
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