The Distant Cartograph
The hall smelled of roasted boar and wet wool. You stood by the hearth. The fire crackled. It was a large fire. It ate the logs with a hungry sound. Around you, the men drank. They laughed. The sound was thick. It coated the back of your throat like honey. You were a guard. You wore the red tunic. The fabric was stiff. It smelled of lanolin and sweat. You watched them. They were your brothers...
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