The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The feast was a riot of tallow and wine, a suffocating embrace of heat and noise that pressed against the skin of the great hall like a living thing, and I stood there, Margaret, in the shadow of the high table, feeling the weight of the crown that was not mine but had been forged for me by the whispers of the court, my hands trembling not from the cold but from the terrible, electric knowledge...

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