The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The fire roared in the hearth. It ate the oak. It ate the silence. Thomas sat. He held the bowl. The stew was hot. It steamed. It smelled of thyme and blood. He did not look up. He looked at the broth. He watched the fat rise. He watched it settle. The room was full of men. They filled the chairs. They filled the table. They filled the air with smoke and noise. They were loud. They were young....

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