Chapter 53 fake feast

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The canvas canopy shuddered as a fresh blast of wind swept off the river, whistling through the ropes and throwing a spray of damp gravel against the white linen tablecloth.

Richard didn't move. He sat at the head of the table, his hands locked tightly around the arms of his wooden...

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