The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The feast was loud. Candles burned low in the sconces. The air smelled of roasted boar and old wax. Aldric stood by the wall. He held a goblet of wine. He did not drink. He watched the hands of the men around him. They were thick hands. Red hands. They tore at the meat. They laughed. The laughter was a low rumble. It shook the floor. Aldric was a stonemason. He built walls. He built bridges. He...

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