The Distant Promise

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The feast hall smelled of roasting boar and stale incense, a thick, cloying scent that clung to the throat like a physical weight. I sat at the high table, my hand resting on the hilt of my sword, my fingers twitching with the old, familiar rhythm of violence. The candles flickered in the drafty air, casting long, dancing shadows that looked like the hands of ghosts reaching for the meat on the...

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