The Distant Promise

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The feast was loud. The air tasted of wet wool and old blood. You sat at the edge. The table stretched long. The candles burned low. Your husband, Elias, sat across. He did not look at you. He carved the meat. The knife was dull. It scraped the bone. You watched his hands. They shook. A little. He was afraid. You knew why. You had been afraid too. For years. The hall was cold. The wind howled...

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