The Wistful Dinner

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The hall smelled of roasted boar and damp stone. Miles stood by the hearth. He held a chalice. It was heavy. Bronze. Old. He did not drink. The fire crackled. Sparks rose. They died in the smoke. Around him, the lords feasted. They laughed. Their voices were thick. They wore furs. They drank wine. It was dark outside. The wind howled. It beat against the shutters. Miles watched them. He felt...

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