The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The hall of St. Jude’s was thick with the scent of roasted boar and stale ale, the air a heavy, golden fog that clung to the wool of the tunics and the leather of the armor. Sir Thomas Bradshaw sat at the head of the long oak table, his posture rigid, a statue carved from granite and silence. Around him, the courtiers of the Duke of Avelon laughed, their voices a chaotic symphony of clinking...

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