The Distant Blade
The feast was a riot of color and clatter, a storm of roasted meats and spiced wine that seemed to drown out the silence of the hall. I sat at the high table, my hands trembling slightly as I held the chalice, watching the candlelight flicker against the stone walls. Around me, the lords and ladies of the valley laughed, their voices rising in a chorus that sounded less like joy and more like...
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