The Distant Legend

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The feast was a riot of salted pork and dark, thick ale, the air inside the stone hall so thick with smoke and the scent of wet wool that it felt less like breathing and more like swallowing the damp earth itself, and you sat there with your hands wrapped around a clay cup, feeling the heat seep into your cracked knuckles, watching the firelight dance across the face of Sir Aldric, a man whose...

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