The Wistful Dinner

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The fire in the hearth did not roar, but it whispered, a low, sibilant hush that seemed to eat the silence of the great hall and replace it with a kind of thick, suffocating warmth, a heat that pressed against the skin like a damp cloth and did not release, so that I stood there, in the center of the flagstones, feeling the weight of the iron gauntlet on my hand, a gauntlet that was not mine,...

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