The Distant Nightmare
The feast was loud. It was too loud. The hall smelled of roasted goose and old wax. The candles burned low. The shadows stretched long. They touched the floor. They touched the walls. They touched the men. Thomas sat at the table. He held a cup of wine. The wine was red. It was thick. It looked like blood. He did not drink. He watched. The Lord sat at the head. Lord Ashworth. He was a large...
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