The Faded Chronicle

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The hall smelled of roasted boar and wet wool. Candlelight flickered on the stone walls. Shadows danced. Sir Thomas sat at the high table. His hands were still. He held a cup of wine. The liquid was dark. It reflected the flame. He watched the room. Men moved. They laughed. They drank. The air was thick. Smoke hung low. Thomas felt a tightness in his chest. He breathed in. He breathed out. He...

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