The Distant Whispers

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The feast was a spectacle of rotting opulence, served on silver platters that tarnished in the humid air of the great hall. You sat at the high table, your armor polished to a mirror shine that reflected the flickering candlelight and the distorted faces of the lords around you. The meat was rich, heavy, and tasted of iron, a flavor that had become as familiar to you as the smell of wet wool....

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