The Distant Promise

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2026-08-17 14:51:02 -

The feast was cold. It had been for three days. The meat in the silver bowls had turned to a grey paste, furred with white mold. The bread was hard as stone. Yet the village sat in the great hall. They ate. They did not speak. The air was thick with the smell of rot and wet wool. It hung low. It pressed against the skin. It tasted of dust. Thomas stood by the door. He was a tall man. His...

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