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The hall smelled of roasted boar and damp wool, a thick, cloying mixture that settled in the throats of the assembled men. It was a feast of stone and fire, held within the high vaulted chambers of the King’s keep, where the light from a hundred tallow candles bounced off the polished armor of the nobles. They laughed with a sound like dry leaves skittering across gravel, their voices echoing...
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