The Distant Whispers

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The hall smelled of roasted boar and wet wool, the air thick enough to chew on. You stood at the edge of the feast, your hands hidden in the sleeves of your tunic, watching the light catch the sweat on the brow of Lord Aldric. The fire crackled in the great hearth, sending shadows dancing across the stone walls like restless spirits. You were a guest, or so they said, but you felt the weight of...

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