The Distant Affair

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The feast was a riot of gold and wine. Candles burned low in iron sconces, their flames trembling against the draft that swept through the high arches of the keep. I sat at the far end of the long oak table, my hands folded in my lap, watching the servants pour. The air smelled of roasted boar, rosemary, and the sharp, metallic tang of fear. Lord Ashworth sat at the head, his face a mask of...

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