The Wistful Silence

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The hall smelled of roasted pheasant and stale sweat, a thick, cloying perfume that hung low over the long oak table. It was a feast, or what passed for one in this gray, timeless stone fortress where the windows were narrow slits and the light outside was always the color of dishwater. They ate with their hands, tearing at the meat with a savagery that masked a deep, underlying boredom. There...

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