The Distant Journey
The feast was a riot of copper and salt, the air thick with the cloying sweetness of roasted boar and the sharp, metallic tang of stale wine. You sat at the head of the long oak table, your armor polished to a mirror shine, the steel catching the flickering light of the hundred tallow candles that lined the hall. The laughter around you was a physical weight, a heavy blanket draped over your...
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