The Wistful Voyage

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2026-08-18 13:46:09 -

The roast pig sat on the silver platter like a king who had forgotten to die. It was whole. The skin was crisp, browned to the color of old leather. The air in the Great Hall smelled of apples and iron. Thomas stood by the hearth, his hands hanging loose at his sides. He wore his armor. It was not ceremonial. It was work gear. Scratched dented. It smelled of sweat and the damp stone of the...

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