The Distant Legend

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The feast was loud. Too loud. It filled the hall. It pressed against the stone walls. The air was thick. It smelled of roast lamb. It smelled of old beer. It smelled of sweat. Thomas stood in the corner. He was small. He was quiet. He wore a grey tunic. It was threadbare. It was clean. He held a wooden cup. He did not drink. He watched. The King sat at the high table. He wore gold. He wore red....

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