The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The roast pig was golden and crackling, the air in the great hall of Ashworth Manor thick with the scent of roasted chestnuts, spiced wine, and the damp, earthy smell of the old stones. It was the feast for the harvest, a time when the lord of the manor, Sir Thomas, usually smiled with a generosity that felt borrowed from a ghost. But tonight, his face was a mask of rigid, polite fury, fixed...

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