The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The feast was a cacophony of clinking crystal and the low, thrumming hum of a community that had forgotten how to be silent, a celebration of the harvest that stretched across the long oak tables of the Whitmore estate, where the air was thick with the scent of roasted pheasant and the heavy, cloying sweetness of spiced wine. Thomas stood at the periphery of this golden swirl, his hands...

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