The Wistful Silence

added blog Literature

2026-08-20 10:06:27 -

The feast in the great hall of Blackwood Manor had not yet begun, but the air was already thick with the scent of roasted boar and the heavy, cloying perfume of beeswax candles. Thomas Ashworth sat at the far end of the long oak table, his hands resting on the polished surface, fingers drumming a silent, frantic rhythm against the wood. He wore a tunic of deep violet wool, embroidered with gold...

0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews