The Wistful Skyline

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The hall smelled of roasting boar and wet wool, a thick, animal scent that clung to the back of my throat. We had gathered in the great stone chamber of the Abbey of St. Jude, the air still and heavy with the smoke of a hundred tallow candles. I sat at the edge of the long oak table, my hands folded in my lap, feeling the roughness of the wood grain against my palms. I was no longer the man I...

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