The Distant Promise

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The harvest moon hung low and swollen over the manor, a bruised eye watching the feast that had lasted, it seemed, for days rather than hours. Margaret sat at the long oak table, the wood cold and unyielding beneath her palms, while the air thickened with the scent of roasting pork, burning wax, and the metallic tang of old blood that clung to the stone walls. Around her, the guests moved in a...

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