The Distant Journey

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The feast had not ended, but it had changed its nature. The long oak table, scarred by centuries of knives and ale, was still groaning under the weight of roasted boar and barrels of heavy, dark cider, yet the laughter that had filled the great hall of Blackwood Manor had thinned to a whisper, a fragile thread of sound that seemed ready to snap in the rising damp. It was the eve of the winter...

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