The Distant Whispers

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The candlelight in the Great Hall of Ashworth Manor did not so much illuminate the room as it did carve out pockets of shadow where the air seemed to thicken, tasting of beeswax and the stale, metallic tang of old blood. You stood there, a figure of quiet, obsessive devotion, your hand resting on the cold iron hilt of the dagger you had carried for thirty years, not as a weapon, but as a...

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