The Distant Ghost
The count of silver goblets began at dusk, when the light in the Great Hall had turned the color of bruised plums and the shadows of the chandeliers stretched long and thin across the stone floor like the fingers of grasping hands. Thomas Bradshaw, the King’s jester and closest confidant, tallied the inventory with a quiet intensity that belied his motley costume, knowing that in a house built...
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