The Faded Photograph

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The hall smelled of roasted goose and old stone. It was the Festival of Lights, a tradition older than the town itself, and the long tables groaned under the weight of silver platters. Candles flickered in brass holders, casting dancing shadows on the vaulted ceiling. Sir Thomas Vance stood at the head of the table, his face a mask of rigid dignity. He was the Sheriff of the Valley, a man who...

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