The Distant Affair

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2026-08-21 16:06:03 -

The dining room of the Ashworth estate did not smell of roast lamb or aged wine, but of ozone and wet iron, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat and turned the silverware into instruments of a silent, violent music. We were gathered around the long mahogany table, twelve of us, the bloodline of the house, but the air was too thick for conversation, too charged for the polite lies...

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