The Distant Affair
The feast was loud. It was a noise that chewed on the bones. Miles sat at the head of the table. He did not eat. The roast pig glistened under the chandelier’s heat. Steam rose in coils. It looked like smoke. It looked like ghosts. His mother, Lady Elspeth, raised her cup. The crystal clinked. It was a sharp, bright sound. It cut the air. "Eat, Miles," she said. Her voice was low. It was a...
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