The Faded Quadrant
The feast was loud. It smelled of roasted boar and wet wool. The Great Hall of the manor house hummed with the heat of a hundred bodies and the low rumble of men who had not slept in days. They ate with their hands. They drank from heavy clay mugs. The air was thick with smoke from the central fire. It curled up into the rafters and clung to the stones. Thomas sat at the far end of the table....
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