The Distant Journey

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The feast at the manor of Blackwood Hall was a spectacle of such opulent, suffocating warmth that it seemed to seal the air inside the stone walls, trapping the scent of roasted pheasant, aged wine, and the heavy, perfumed oils of the ladies in a thick, amber haze that clung to the skin and the breath alike. Sir Aldric stood at the center of the long oak table, his voice booming like distant...

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