The Wistful Witness

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The fever dream did not end with waking, but rather with the breaking of dawn, a slow and grinding rupture that left Thomas Bradshaw, the King’s own sentinel, lying in the mud of the borderlands with the taste of rotting apples and iron on his tongue. He had dreamed of a banquet where the dishes were made of the living, where the bread rose on beds of skin and the wine was drawn from veins that...

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