The Distant Journey
The feast in the Hall of St. Jude was not a celebration of joy but a ritual of containment, a thick, suffocating layer of meat and ale designed to hold the boundaries of the village together against the creeping, inevitable dissolution that lay beyond the tree line. The air was heavy with the smell of roasted boar and rendered fat, a cloying sweetness that coated the tongues of the men and...
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