The Distant Promise

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The hall smelled of roasted venison and wet wool. You stood by the hearth, your fingers wrapped around the hilt of a sword that felt heavier than it had that morning. The air was thick with the smoke of the yew wood, a grey veil that hung low, catching the light of the tallow candles until the shadows seemed to breathe. Around you, the lords of the valley laughed, a sound like stones grinding...

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