The Distant Blade
The air in the great hall of the keep hung heavy, thick with the scent of roasted venison and the stale, metallic tang of old blood that seemed to seep from the very stones of the floor, a pervasive odor that clung to the velvet of the tapestries and the polished wood of the long tables where the lords sat in their furs, their faces lit by the flickering, unstable glow of tallow candles that...
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