The Wistful Letter

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The feast was a lie told in silver and wine. It was the midwinter solstice in the village of Oakhaven, a place where the fog clung to the cobblestones like a wet shroud. The hall was packed. Men and women in heavy wool and leather sat around long trestle tables, their breath rising in white plumes against the cold air. Roast boar smoked under the rafters. Mead flowed in horn cups. It was a...

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