The Distant Legend

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The oak table in the center of the dining room was a heavy, dark thing, polished until it reflected the faces of the guests like a still, black pool. Margaret Holloway stood beside it, her hands resting on the mahogany, feeling the cold bite of the wood against her palms. The air in the room was thick with the scent of roasted pheasant, spiced wine, and the sharp, metallic tang of fear. Around...

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