The Distant Summer

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The hall smelled of roasted boar and old wax. It was a smell that clung to the throat, heavy and sweet, masking the metallic tang of the iron spikes that lined the corridor walls. I sat at the far end of the long oak table, my hands folded in my lap. They were clean. I had scrubbed them until the skin was raw and red, but they remained clean. This was the first rule of the Keep. You must appear...

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