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The banquet hall smelled of wet wool and burnt tallow. Sir Elias Thorne sat at the far end of the long oak table. He was a large man. His hands were thick. The knuckles were swollen. He held a silver cup. The wine was dark. It stained his lips. He did not drink. Around him, the nobles laughed. Their voices were high. They clinked glasses. The sound was sharp. It cut the air. They wore velvet....
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