The Distant Journey

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The banquet hall of the Guild of St. Jude’s was a cavern of shadows and candlelight, where the air hung thick with the scent of roasted boar, stale wine, and the damp wool of a hundred assembled men. Thomas Ashworth sat at the far end of the long oak table, his hands folded in his lap, fingers pale and trembling slightly as he stared at the bowl of porridge before him, watching the steam rise...

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