The Faded Photograph

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The feast was not a celebration of life, but a ritual of consumption, and the air in the great hall of the manor, which the elders called the Hall of Echoes, was thick with the scent of roasted boar, stale mead, and the heavy, cloying perfume of dried lavender that the maids had stuffed into the cracks of the stone floor to keep out the damp. I sat at the far end of the long oak table, a child...

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