The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The feast at Blackwood’s estate was a spectacle of rotting opulence, the air thick with the cloying scent of roasted swan and stale wine. Sir Thomas Hale sat at the high table, his posture rigid, his eyes fixed on the hands of Lord Blackwood as they hovered over the silver platters. Blackwood’s fingers were encased in tight, black leather gloves, a garment so incongruous in the heat of the hall...

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