The Wistful Silence

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The candlelight in the Great Hall of Ashworth Manor flickered, casting long, dancing shadows against the stone walls where the tapestries depicted ancestors I had never met but whose ghosts seemed to lean in to watch me eat. I sat at the far end of the long oak table, my hands trembling so violently that the silver fork clattered against my plate, a sound that seemed to echo in the sudden,...

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