The Distant Legend

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The banquet hall smelled of roasted goose and wet wool, a thick, cloying scent that seemed to hang in the air like a fog that would not lift. Arthur Vane sat at the head of the long oak table, his fingers drumming a restless, irregular rhythm against the wood. He was a man of modest stature but immense precision, a man who had built his fortune on the quiet, unglamorous alchemy of curing meats....

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