The Wistful Dinner
The bell tolled midnight. It shook the dust from the rafters. Thomas stood in the hall. The stone was cold. He wore his armor. It was heavy. It was his inheritance. The Great Hall was empty. The tables were set. The candles burned low. The smell of roasting meat hung thick. It smelled of blood. It smelled of home. He walked to the center. The floorboards groaned. They knew his weight. They...
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