The Distant Whispers
The feast was loud. The hall smelled of roasted boar and stale beer. Torches hissed against the damp stone walls. Shadows danced wildly. Elias sat at the head of the long table. He was old. His hands trembled slightly as he held his cup. The metal was cold. It burned his skin. Across from him sat his brother, Thomas. Thomas was young. His eyes were bright. They held a hunger that Elias...
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