The Distant Affair

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The feast was loud. It was wet. The meat was cold. Edmund sat at the end of the long table. He wore his leather apron. It was stained with wax. The wax was white. The room was dark. Candles burned low. He looked at the lord. Lord Ashworth sat in the high chair. The lord looked tired. His face was gray. He did not smile. Edmund spoke. "My lord," he said. The lord did not look up. "The seal is...

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