The Distant Ghost
The hall was loud. It smelled of roast pork and wet wool. I sat in the corner. My hand held the bone. It was old. It was white. It was thin as a needle. I did not eat. I watched. The King sat at the head. His crown was heavy. It tilted his head down. The lords sat on either side. They drank deep. They laughed hard. Their voices shook the dust from the rafters. I was small. I was the King’s...
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