The Faded Apartment

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Thomas. The voice came from the high table, low and guttural, cutting through the clatter of pewter and the smell of roasting goose that hung heavy in the air of the Guild Hall. Thomas Bradshaw looked up from his plate, his fork still raised, a piece of salted pork halfway to his mouth. The hall was crowded, the timber beams sweating with the damp of the November rain that had been falling for...

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