The Distant Whispers

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The hall smelled of roasted boar and stale ale. The firelight danced on the stone walls, casting long, jagged shadows that seemed to breathe. Thomas stood near the edge of the room. He held his shield. The oak was smooth. The rim was worn. It was the only true thing he knew. Around him, the lords laughed. Their voices were sharp. They cut the air. They did not see him. They saw only the guard....

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