The Wistful Silence

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The wine was thick and red as old blood, staining the linen tablecloth of the High Hall. I watched it pool in the folds, a dark mirror reflecting the flickering candlelight above. The feast was a cacophony of laughter and clashing silver, a storm of noise that seemed to vibrate in my teeth. I sat at the edge of the long table, my armor left by the door, my hands resting on the cool oak, still...

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