The Wistful Dinner

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The fire roared. It was a hungry, mechanical beast, devouring the oak logs in the hearth of the Iron Hall. We sat around it. Twelve men. Twelve officers of the Watch. The air smelled of roast venison, spilled ale, and the metallic tang of old blood that no amount of scrubbing could wash from the stone floor. I watched the flames. They danced like spirits. They whispered. "Drink, Thomas," said...

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