The Wistful Witness

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The hall smelled of burnt sugar and wet wool. Caleb stood at the edge of the banquet table. He watched the steam rise from the roasted pigs. It curled into the rafters like smoke from a dying fire. The room was full of men. They laughed. They drank. The noise was a physical weight. It pressed against Caleb’s temples. He was a soldier. His hands were rough. They shook slightly. Not from cold....

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