The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The feast was a lie. The hall smelled of rot and spices. They ate. They drank. The meat was gray. The wine was thick. It coated the tongue. It stuck to the roof of the mouth. No one spoke. They chewed. They swallowed. They looked at the floor. The floor was wet. It was muddy. It was old. The walls were stone. They were cold. They were damp. The torches flickered. The shadows danced. They were...

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