The Distant Legend

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The hall smelled of roasted boar and wet wool. It was a heavy, cloying scent that hung in the air like a shroud. Thomas sat at the head of the table, though not as master. He sat as prisoner. His hands were bound with silk, not rope. The silk was red, dyed the color of dried blood. He watched the guests. They wore masks of polished bone. Their eyes were dark pits behind the smooth surfaces....

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