The Distant Journey

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The hall was warm. Too warm. The air hung thick with the scent of roasting lamb, spiced wine, and the heavy, cloying perfume of lilies placed in silver buckets along the long oak table. Margaret sat at the head, but she felt small. Her hands were folded on the white linen, knuckles pale, trembling slightly. She did not look at the guests. She looked at the candlelight. It flickered against the...

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