The Distant Legend

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The banquet hall smelled of roasted goose and wet wool. It was a cold night, the kind that seeps into the bones of the old stone house. You sat at the far end of the table, your uniform pressed to a mirror shine, though your hands trembled beneath the tablecloth. The noise was a physical weight. Silverware clinking against porcelain. Voices rising in laughter. You were the guest of honor, or so...

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