The Wistful Show
The hall was thick with smoke and the heavy scent of roasted boar. Torches sputtered in iron sconces. Flames licked the thatch. A feast was underway. Men drank from wooden bowls. Laughter echoed off stone. It was a night of triumph. The King had declared victory. The border was secure. The wolf was slain. Sir Alaric stood apart. His armor was dented. His hand rested on his sword hilt. He...
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