The Distant Affair
It began not with a shout, but with the low, grinding rasp of a voice that seemed to emerge from the very stone of the dungeon floor, a sound like dry leaves skittering over a grave, and young Thomas Bradshaw, who was no more than twelve years of age and whose knees were already trembling beneath his roughspun tunic, looked up to see his father, Sir Edward Bradshaw, standing in the shadows with...
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