The Distant Whispers

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The feast in the Great Hall of Ashworth Castle was a cacophony of clattering steel and roasting meat. The air hung heavy with the scent of burnt pine and unwashed bodies, a pungent perfume that clung to the velvet hangings. In the center of the table sat Lady Eleanor Fairchild, her posture rigid, her hands still. Before her lay a plate of untouched goose and a goblet of wine that had long since...

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