The Faded Photograph
The fire roared in the hearth. It ate the oak logs. Sparks drifted up. They danced in the smoke. They vanished into the dark. Aldous sat in the corner. He was small. He was old. His hands trembled. He held a cup of ale. The liquid swayed. It mimicked his breath. Around the table, the knights feasted. Meat clung to their teeth. Wine stained their lips. They laughed. The sound was heavy. It...
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