The Distant Summer

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The feast was a thing of bone and blood, served on trenchers that had once been bread, now stained with the grease of roasted boar and the dark, viscous juices of venison. You sat at the far end of the long oak table in the refectory of the Abbey of Saint Cuthbert, your hands bound in soft leather that chafed against your wrists, your eyes fixed on the flagstone floor where a single, pale...

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