The Distant Journey

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The feast in the Hall of Glass was a cacophony of silver and bone. Sir Aldric sat at the edge of the long table. His hands were still. They lay flat on the oak, fingers spread, as if pinning down a map of his own ruin. The air smelled of roasted boar and the metallic tang of old blood. It was the feast of the Order of the Silent Watch. They ate. They drank. They did not speak of what they had...

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