The Wistful Dinner

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The frost had not yet melted from the crenellated battlements of Blackwood Keep, a fortress of stone that seemed less built by men than grown from the earth’s own rigid will, standing as a silent sentinel against the encroaching, violet twilight. Sir Edward Ashworth stood in the center of the great hall, his breath visible in the cold air, a plume of white that dissipated into the shadows...

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