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The hall smelled of roasted boar and wet wool. Mira stood by the hearth. The fire spat. A spark flew. It died on the stone. She watched it fade. The noise was a wall. Laughter. Clinking cups. Throats clearing. The Lord of the Keep was drinking. He drank deep. His eyes were red. Mira’s hand tightened. She held the bowl. It was cold. It was white. Clay. Smooth. She had made it. Her fingers...

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