The Distant Summer
The hall smelled of wax and old blood. The floorboards groaned under the weight of the feast. Men in velvet and steel. Women with eyes like polished coins. The air was thick. It pressed against the skin. It tasted of iron and salt. Caleb stood by the pillar. His hands were still. They were bound in cloth. The cloth was soaked. He did not wipe it. He watched the King. The King sat high. The...
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