The Wistful Show
The hall of the Great House at Oakhaven was not merely a room but a living organism, breathing with the humid, heavy air of a summer storm that had been held at bay by the thick stone walls and the sheer will of the gathering within. You stood in the center of the parquet floor, the surface polished to a mirror sheen that reflected the chandeliers above in fractured, trembling shards of gold,...
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