The Distant Nightmare

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The feast hall smelled of roasted lamb and wet stone. Torches guttered in the iron sconces, casting long, trembling shadows that danced against the rough-hewn walls. It was a noise, the joy of it. A deafening, grinding noise. Sir Aldous raised his goblet, his face flushed with wine and triumph. The banners of the Red Lion snapped in the draft from the open doors. They had won. The border forts...

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