The Wistful Letter

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The banquet hall of the Ashworth estate did not merely smell of roasted pheasant and heavy, aged port; it smelled of time itself, a thick, viscous scent that clung to the velvet drapes and the dust motes dancing in the shafts of moonlight that pierced the high, arched windows. It was a night where the air outside seemed to hold its breath, the autumn wind stilled as if afraid to disturb the...

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