The Golden Mirror
The feast was loud. It filled the hall with the smell of roasted pork and stale ale. Men sat on benches, their knees pressed together. They drank until they could not stand. Laughter rose like smoke. Thomas stood apart. He held his cup by the stem. His fingers were white. He did not drink. He watched the fire. The flames licked the iron grate. They spat. His wife sat at the high table. Elara...
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