The Blackwood dining hall had never appeared more, like a sanctuary.The chandeliers shone intensely.The candles cast extended, flickering shadows.The silver. Buffed almost to perfection. Shone, like a caution.Samuel was adamant, about the display.He desired a banquet, a demonstration of power a signal, to the citys upper class that the Blackwood crown remained securely on his brow. He had requested the wines, the richest meats, the most exotic fare. Servants hurried about him frightened of dropping anything afraid to make a sound.Samuel straightened his cuffs for the time.“They’ll realize we remain intact " he whispered.However his gaze continually flickered toward the doors as though anticipating a spirit to appear.---The Guests: Jackals in SilkThey showed up wearing assurance and hidden blades.Bankers, financiers, aristocrats, with lips resembling dried fruit; ladies draped in high fashion and mysteries. They beamed, kissed Samuel’s cheeks remarked on the "array.Their e
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