The Wistful Silence

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The hall smelled of roasted boar and wet wool. It was a thick, cloying scent that clung to the back of the throat. Thomas stood by the hearth. He did not drink. He watched the flames eat the logs. The fire was a living thing, a hungry beast with a voice like cracking bone. "You look pale, old man," said Kael. He slammed his mug on the table. The liquid sloshed over the rim. "Drink. It’s good....

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