The Wistful Witness

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The feast was a symphony of clinking silver and the heavy, cloying scent of roasted pheasant and spiced wine, a cacophony that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of my bones as I sat at the far end of the long oak table in the great hall of Lord Ashworth’s manor. The torches on the stone walls cast long, dancing shadows that stretched across the floor like the fingers of grasping ghosts, and the...

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