The Wistful Dinner

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The hall was a mouth of stone and shadow, swallowing the light of a hundred tallow candles. I stood at the edge of the feast, my fingers trembling against the cold iron of the banister. Below me, the lords of the valley sat in a semi-circle of velvet and fur, their laughter a dull, wet sound that seemed to vibrate in my teeth. This was the eve of the siege. Tomorrow, the enemy would breach the...

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