The Distant Whispers

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The feast was not a celebration of joy, but of endurance. The great hall of the manor, with its vaulted stone ceilings and windows that let in the pale, indifferent light of the northern autumn, was filled with the scent of roasted boar, spiced wine, and the heavy, cloying perfume of lilies. Thomas Bradshaw sat at the long oak table, his hands folded in his lap. He was a small man, unremarkable...

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