The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The air in the Great Hall smelled of damp stone and boiled turnips, a scent that had permeated the very mortar of Ashworth Manor for three generations. Thomas sat in the shadows of the gallery, his fingers trembling as he crushed a sprig of dried rosemary between his thumb and forefinger. The sharp, resinous oil bled into his skin, a familiar sting that served as an anchor against the rising...

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