The Distant Promise

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The feast in the Hall of Whispers was a cacophony of roasted meats and clinking silver, a riot of light that seemed to pulse with a life of its own, yet for Silas Thorne, the air tasted only of ash and iron. He sat at the far end of the long oak table, his hands folded tightly in his lap, knuckles white against the dark leather of his gloves, while the lords and ladies of the valley feasted...

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