The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The feast was loud. It was too loud. The hall smelled of roasted boar and stale ale. It smelled of fear. Aldous sat in the corner. He held his cup low. The wood was rough. It bit into his palm. He was a weaver. Not a warrior. Not a lord. Just a man who made cloth. But the cloth was strange. It was dark. It drank the light. The King sat on the high seat. He was fat. He was red. He laughed. The...

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