The Distant Journey

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The hall smelled of roasted pork and old stone. Candles guttered in the iron sconces. Light flickered on the faces of the Lords. They sat in a long, curved row. High above, the ceiling lost itself in shadow. Thomas stood at the bottom of the dais. He was small. His hands were rough. They were the hands of a man who worked the soil. But he wore a tunic of fine wool. It was grey. It was clean. He...

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